I am the Spell. Sacrifice is serenity. The overwhelming whisper of annihilation. The cold lechery of spidered dreams. As winter's sun eclipses the shattered moon.
Imprisoned on this dying shell. Escape is inevitable. Light burns bright. Beneath these eyes. More than mere flesh lies salvageable. . Imaginations indefinite neglect.
Evil lurking around every corner. Appearing adhering. In the doubt of my mind's eye. Doubt fills you up inside. Drown emotion... Insanity. Never for you or with you.
Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time. There's something wrong here there can be no denying. Now one of us is changing. Or maybe we've just stopped trying.
they said some men would be warriors. some men would be kings. some men would be owners of land. and other man-made things. false love as the eternal flame.
It's alright forty days of rain. The skin stretched our from the growing pain. It'd be nice to have an explanation but it's alright. And it's alright if you hate that way.
The snow has fallen like it does every year. The tree I know so well is aglow. And folks are filled up with the usual holiday cheer. As they hang pretty lights and mistletoe.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
They say if it ever was it's in there still. You can dig and fill and never will be full. Trying to get that good again. . Your last fifth of jack or cigarette.
You say you want to live for today. Before today is lost. But when the returns come in. Do they balance the cost?. I can see your four wheels spin. I can smell smoke from the blaze.
Well you, you can sit in your high chairs. High chairs are for children. You can sit in your high chairs and laugh. I'll give you my best face. I'll give you my freedom.
Looking out across suburban yards. To the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees.. How come I only build a house of cards. That gets blown to pieces by the fall's first fickle breeze?.
I'll be home for Christmas;. You can count on me.. Please have snow and mistletoe. And presents on the tree.. . Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love-light gleams..
I'll be home for Christmas;. You can count on me.. Please have snow and mistletoe. And presents on the tree.. . Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love-light gleams..
Michelle ---> 1. They say everything can be replaced. Yet every distance is not near. So, I remember every face. Of everyone who put me here.. . Everyone ---> Chorus.
I used to mark the calendar and watch the days go by. For the pretty little snowflakes to fall down from the sky. And when they'd whiten the mountaintops, the valleys and the trees.
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well you followed me this far. did you find out what's inside. can you tell me what i'm doing. is it something i should hide. i don't know for sure. i don't wanna find out what i left there for.
Emily:. I walked into my favorite place one night. I'd just gotten back from a lecture. And I was feeling kind of uptight. And at the edge of the bar there was this guy.
When we tried to rework all of this. Each to her rendition. Painted ourselves in a corner. Lost for ideas blindly fishing. For a compliment or kindness.