Torn between the light and the dark. the heathen smiles, the tell tale heart. he hides away, it is his home. his saving grace, he lives alone. the silence cuts so deep within. for all is lost he.
Who do you lie between. Who has your love. You give it like poppy seed. You flow in the blood. . I don't wanna fight no more. I don't want to see you crying.
After all, after all. There's only you and me. And this place, this place is on fire. This place, this place is on fire.
Pleasure comes in all disguises. To each their own their devices. Anything you need, anything at all. . I have a range of different advises. A treasure chest to keep you biting.
I see the world in a swirl of hues. But my favorite color is shame. . Tonight the sky is painted. Tonight the sky is painted melancholy. And the wind sings songs as if it would lament.
I see the world in a swirl of hues,. but my favorite color is shame.. . Tonight the sky is painted.... Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy. and the wind sings songs as if it would lament.
The thing is we live in fear. Fear of the monsters in control. Three legged machines that haunt my dreams. Machines made of metal so cold. . Could there be something to believe?.
I am afraid. Of the book of blank pages. God, I'm afraid. . It's my job to fill them. Too much responsibility. Yeah, need an interpreter. What am I trying to say?.
How could you understand. The way I feel about God?. How could you understand. Anything, about me at all?. . I am the wind, singing a sad song. I am a volcano and I'll hurt you all.
What if when the curtains go down. There is nothing and nothing?. Yeah, what if when the curtains close. . If there's a Heaven in the sky. I don't know why they'd ever let me in.
I think I've read this book before,. hardbound shiny cover,. pretty colors, but an ending. that's sure to disappoint.. It's not what you'd. expect when you.
My shame is cold like a grave but my lust is hot like an engine. Pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to the beat. But I can't wrap my head around.
I will be the fire on your lips. And i'm overlooking under fame. you keep me the face. But where he's looking at with his bath water. And i will be the fury in your fist.
I will be the fire on your lips. But I'm overlooked and underfed. You keep me in the basement. Where you threw me out with the bathwater. And I will be the fury in your fists.
And the birds eat your insides. Clutching the mountain side. (It's where the day takes you). Did you think you would try to climb the face?. There's longing and it breaks you.
I've been dreaming, late at night. In darkness, in the land of lost monsters. And my pride is always a step behind me. So I run. . Oh baby give what's to me.
Glorious light covers him tonight. Him, unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping. The rest of us dying and waiting for him to grow old. Old enough to save us, old, yeah, so save us, save us.
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight. Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside. The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin.
In the dark before the day. You're still drunk from yesterday. When there ain't nothing left to say. Maybe then you'll find a way. To the heart of everything.