Sitting in the silent twilight. The purple half light. Of the twilight. Wrap the night around me. Blanket of black on my back. I feel safe in the darkness.
Speaking in rhythms and talking in tongues. Burning down buildings of people you shun. Fast and fearless deadly smooth. Basic movements of a painful mood.
Bruised she feels, insecure and jilted. Like a thief he tried to steel her soul. Slyer than his easy smile. He tried to use her for a while. Underneath she's empty as a whole.
I'm falling in hate. With this place. Days trickle by. Like a stream. . I need to go off. Like a bomb. Before I explode. I need to go. . I'll feel no remorse.
No tomorrows left in shadow. . I lack the discipline to face the waves. And drown inside of them. My nature is to spin like a grain of sand. Whenever a tide comes in.
Boredom envelops me. Drifting comatose me. Eyes fight to stay open. Yawns take control. . My knees easily slides and glide. Again I'm an outsider. Quietly observing.
My grief is anchored in the rain. I feel the pleasure and the pain. But happiness is mine. And I feel fine. . Pastel shades, shades of gray. I'll fade away it doesn't always.
Sungguh ku begini. Ketandusan rindu ini. Mengapa ku mencari. Sang penghuni syurga jiwa. Berdendang suara mengusap kalbu. Kulemas dalam terpesona. . Kehadiranmu menerajang kekusutan.
Think I met you somewhere in my dreams. And you held this feeling deep inside. Let me with your Visions haunting Demon. And I wish so hard, I think I cried.
Our Story Starts So Very, Very Deep Underground. Unaware Of The Legions They Are Building Down There. Then Comes The Sound, A Shrill Signal Loud Enough To Drown.
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and ghouls. Step right up. Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction. Of delight, horror, fantasy and terror. Your every wish is our command.
Sit Back Now. Let Me Tell You A Tale. Where Justice Does Not Prevail. . About An Ill-Fated Life. So Very Full Of Strife. Where Two Wrongs Do Not Make A Right.
I Bury The Dead Yeah. Secret Place In My Head. Shovel Underneath My Bed. Caught With My Hands Red. . Midnight Is Creeping In. My Tightrope Is Wearing Thin.
*Beyond The Surface The Plan Is More Devious. So Be On The Lookout For Carbon Copies Of Us*. . Look To The Skies. . Something Mysterious Falls To The Earth.
ounce for ounce. blood for blood. you get a taste. and it's never enough. . pound for pound. eye for an eye. you get the thirst. and it never runs dry.
There is something strange down by the cemetery. Emptying the graves left and right. Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings. Underneath the pale moonlight.
Is it wrong to have a corpse in my bed. I don't think so, even if she is dead. Is it disturbing, is it a crime?. She's been expired for quite some time.
(Then the blackness loomed close up against my skin. Snuffing out even the evil whining hiss of those damning lips. Driving all sensibility into retreat.
Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. . If You Ever Want To See Your Daughter Again.