I, i got a feeling. Deeper emotion. I aint the only one. So cut the blame? until it's gone. Time where have you gone now. Precious the moments. Sweet are the sounds.
Pretty faces, pretty hip.. Bodies hang to drain and drip.. So submit and let's pretend,. You're not a hollow charlatan.. . Velcro whores they fill the streets,.
Eat your inners, choke on your tongue. Rip off your flesh, be gone. Gouge eyes, drown in your spit. Self-loathing son of a bitch - That's it. Who needs friends when I've got these meds.
Listen up. . These spirits, exact a heavy toll. I've had it. Thrown caution out of the window. Let evil in at times. . Paid an exact price for all my crimes.
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis.. This conversation of new beginning.. Having enlightening talks over common interests.. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform..
We're still laughing over lore.. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored.. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom..
As far back as I can remember. The failure was always there. It was the only real companion that I have ever had. Not meant to live like this. . Consciousness is nothing more than a vicious cycle.
A triumph of tragedy. And all it claims from me. As those years recede. White lies are all I see. Missed steps and misgivings. Driven by fraility. What you call family.
Perry Como. Miscellaneous. As My Love For You. Standing here your hand in mine. let me tell you one more time. nothin' could as brightly shine. as my love for you!.
from a victim to a friend. don't ever let them in. keep your scars on your sleeve. and your heart in your hands. all the whores with their wars. their gaping mouths want more.
Awaken from the bliss of sleep,. The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light,. I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled,. Fork up beyond the bend..
I can tell by the weight of your words that this is over. All the should've but could'ves can no longer be. This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting.
I need you to be the strength of widows and soul survivors. I need you to be as fearless as new mothers and new fathers. I need you to be the hope of hearts who lost true love.
Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones. And necks, pierced together from dead tissue. Body parts crudely sewn,. face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket.
If you can hear us calling. We're breaking down the walls that lie between. Then you can see us living. We're living out the words for all to see. So you believe in me.
Follow the light. Down the tunnel.. Just know, I'll be waiting.. I'll be waiting for you.. Follow the light. Down the tunnel.. Just know, I'll be waiting..
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper. Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke. Rising from a butt ground out on my arm. . Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks. When you haven't pulled the bloody wool. From over your eyes yet?. . How can you say those things to me.
If we're going down. We all go down together. And thats the way it is. And I know. We'll stay like this forever. I'm standing here. I'm standing by your side.
Wake up. Do I need these things that I'm asking for. So I'll give up. And turn in the dreams that I've been sold. You'll never know. The lines that were crossed.