Yeah let's start all over. Let's live a lifetime. In the span of moments. Closer drawing closer but your face only slips further away. Forgive my selfishness I only want what is rightfully yours.
Up the date. And up the cunt. With my fingers. I will hunt. Score you holes. Touch the sides. And grip the skin. That divides. . The thumb in the ring.
Open wound, fist fuck. Lance the eye, of the cock. Egg beater shoved, in your gash. On you ass, I will lash. . Forced into a vat of boiling acid. Now you ain't so fucking placid.
...And I thought, "So haunting, is the grey mist". . As today's dawn brings tears to my eyes. (though they are tears of the harsh wind). So painful are these thoughts.
Surrendering my laments. I remember the deep inner strength in you. I'm in sensual ecstacy. . So deep are the feelings born. That they last forever. .
In darkest times when evil ruled. Salvation out of sight. Three wise men had seen the sign. To end eternal night. . Life... Awaiting signs from the one.
Surgical exposure. Embalmed in blood and unaware. Your heart collapsing in the wake. Your eyes are frozen in a stare. . Imprisonment in flesh. Deadened body holding cell.
I will have a feast on your soul. and watch your world as it comes tumbling down. you know there is no return. I will make you burn inside your time has come.
Foul prayers rise. Staring through the eye of the chasm. Still at rest but breathing. Enemy be born. Grant us knowledge of the opposition. Spew forth from the earth.
In a wonderland inside garbage heap. The perfect life form means a shit. The sun goes down with our tomorrow. I don't remember my mission, my roots.. We live just day by day.
Raised to be. Placed among scared-confused minds. Became one of those without realizing. Not the one-who used to be. Slowly turned somwhere else, some place.
Could not keep it alive. So melodies are out of tune. Samples of dead. Used for recreation. But the clones don't have the spirit. That we used to hear singing inside.
On the bottom of the box.. At the end of the bill. On the side of the screen. On the side of the page. . It is there,. Written.. 'Cause it. Cannot be hidden..
(M. Biedermann). . Trapped inside her crystal ball. You feed her the future, you tell her all. Life and death, she feels is in her hands. She's the one who dies by your command.
Tonight is gone. They tell you it's your time. But I won't let them take you from me. And I'll never get far from you. (I'll never get far from you). We all feel the same.
This weight on my chest is too much to bear for me. These ribs have collapsed. The pain is only made greater by these broken bones peircing through my heart.
I'd rip the wings off Cupid's back to better his aim. Then maybe he'll shoot straight to my chest. And not below the belt. How can I trust him with these arrows when I know he'll miss again.
These are the darkest of times. Where acceptance and love are cast aside for Bitter judgement. By broken spirits vomiting curses. To raise one self to greater heights.
Crawl, you're passive, you want to come in. Crawl, walk in, walk out, breathe in, bleed out. Walk in, walk out, breathe in, bleed out. Walk in, walk out, let it all fade away.
I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule.. Your tongue flickers as threats are made.. I've saved you a seat in hell.. Lets begin.. You can shove glass down my throat..