Would it be alright if I was to say to you please stay tonight. We can talk for hours underneath the moon. I'd tell you how I feel if only I could get it right.
Standing on my doorstep in the rain.. Make up running down your face.. You look so good right now.. It's bittersweet that you run to me.. I need you, I bleed you, I would give up breathing for you,.
Shout just to make it clear. So loud so as you don't hear. That I made no sound. The second time around. If all is turned around. . So smooth just to show you care.
Tongue tied twisted, steal time to stay. Real song drifted keeps the thorn inside. Tongue tied twisted, twist around and creep. Tongue tied twisted keeps the leaf.
Tell yourself how I love. I could go, here's the door. Dust on bell won't ring, destination calls. Drive to me and bring, disappointment falls. And I will breathe to live, bite the lip.
You're making me doubt myself. This feeling I know so well. Visions of naked greed. Are visions I just don't need. . Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see.
Safe on the shore, I've been sleeping. Faced by the thoughts I've been keeping. To break down the door of my life. I need more texture. . You need to give me more texture, texture, texture.
(I. Vevlet Forest Of Enchantment). Violet Dawn, Misty Mourn. Black Tree Upon The Velvet Lawn. Summer Faces - Poisoned Flowers Thorns. Blackbird Sings A Jaded Requiem.
Crucified millions go to mass every day. To earn from God their moral wages. Their world is dying, for forgiveness they pray. Yet meanwhile the battle rages.
I'm sitting here alone in this waxwork palace. I stare at the motionless man with the eyes of Judas. It's a face I've seen before in a distant mental war.
Wait!. Under The Sun, The Children Of The Moon. For The Masses They Pray, Beside The Crystal Lake. The Squawk Of The Gull Awakes Us To Man's Fate. Nature And Smoking Be Our Mate.....
I said your messin' up my head. Inside your funky luv machine. Those mutha's. Are fleeing the nest. To join our Brother/sister soul machine. With hesitation I view the world.
Our 13th Century ceremony - a vile & wicked rite. A virgin child we took that night, her blood for eternal life. Local peasants tortured us - another daughter sacrificed.
Close your eyes real tight. Underneath the city lights. And you can hear the noise. Below your room. . Take a real deep breath. Get those feelings off your chest.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . I SEE THE WORLD IN COLOR. I SEE IN BLACK AND WHITE. BLOOD RED IS SPILLING OVER. I SEE IT DAY AND NIGHT. [ PRE-CHORUS ]. YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU SEE.
Staring out the window. Of somebody's pickup truck. Well, I never mind the boredom. 'Cause I use it for a crutch. . Just to get me to that plane. It's a different state of sane.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . TELL YA WHAT YOU RE GONNA SAY-THINK. TELL YA WHAT YOU RE GONNA FEEL-FOR. TELL YA WHAT IS REAL-YOURSELF. TELL YA WHAT YOU RE GONNA SEE-THINK.
Awaken on the otherside. Where twilight descends. Wicked from the womb we rise. From underneath the skin. Answering the calling. To face our fate at hand.
If you swing to and fro let your inhibitions go. They're crippling and useless. I'll be your enemy if that's what you want me to be. Yeah that'll do nicely.