Here we go again.. I believe you, but I've always been one to take advantage of.. If the blinders were just gone would you then feel Jesus.. You've seen miracles I know you..
Loaded down ready to end it all.. Coming this far can't be a nothing.. Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes.. Martyrs this blood makes..
Too long and too little. Tell me when you gonna bring it on. Small fights and big stages. Never terrified enough to run. . It's here and I can hear it.
Oh Death, has my time come?. You took my kind, left me behind, please take me home. I'm done with this old life please take me home. My lonely grave calls out to me.
Another recovering dependent lost on your shift, the reasons still remain blank.. These pages I hoped to never write.. Another ordinary panic day involved in past stories..
Not many run-ins with the blade.. Just always missing the worst but it always comes.. Praying to a savior you never loved.. They said you made it.. A few of us disagree..
I couldn't catch my breath, layin there. Fading in and out, and I can remember Mother tellin me. "Home is where the heart is", but my heart has long been black.
Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show. With track marks, painting such a pretty blue. Last one in line for the healing of woes. I can see the faces looking pretty grim.
Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable.. I haven't been up or down in so long, but believe me.. Depression just takes too much and I'm far to drained to give her what's due..
The ones that carry never back down.. I want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees.. You ran,I'm still swinging.. Feel your insides as they grow weak..
You've ruined all my endings.. Stayed safe I'll drown in time.. The abuse had you and it was long overdue to let it go.. This love division casting stones fighting for you..
2 Corinthians 5:17, Romans 8:13, John 8:31-32. . Responding to the screaming whispers of my own thoughts. Trying to rationalize against the fear that resides inside.
Stay here with us. Don't leave. It's not safe out there. You can't handle the truth. Everyone is out to get you. You'll only be rejected. You have nothing to offer anyways.
Matthew 18:1-6, 1 Corinthians 15:55-57. . FIGHT!. . Sitting here again. In this house of Pharisees. Who claim innocence. This act is getting old to me.
Beware you traitors of democracy. 'Cause we're tired of dealing with your hypocrisy. YOU claim to be men of God, but then you sell your souls to the evil one.
Matthew 7:13-14, Isaiah 53:6. . We don't need the devil. To tell us it's okay. 'Cause we mocked the straight and narrow. And chose our own way. So we are to blame.
Matthew 15:17-20, Genesis 2:7, Job 33:4, 2 Corinthians 4:17-18. . Sit back, relax, enjoy the show. Let us entertain just a few thoughts for you. Recall, remember the sound of the crow.
Two fears to separate. The fear of God or a fear man-made. The first one filial. Founded in love. Selfless and reverent. Reaching above. The second is servile.
(Brian May). Born in the time. Of the changes. Where are you going. How will you fly. Is it for love or freedom. All your days have been. Waiting for life to catch you.
(Brian May). I'm gonna make a little space. Around me. A very special place. Around me. No-one can come in.