God bled, I'm beating up myself and. I'm wearing out myself. To succeed in this game. Scarred and bruised. . I won't let up. Nothing you say can tear me down.
Miss Araye. This is the end. You live your life and I'll live mine. Four years I wasted on you. I should have saw the signs. . I think I've finally learned.
This is the man I was made to be.. . These bridges that are so easily broken are rebuilding themselves.. Will you meet me in the middle so I can find myself?.
This isn't quite the mess I Made. Walked right into this catastrophe. Watched this house of cards. Crumble on me. . It's slowly decaying. This retched filth that I created.
Another frigid morning to awake. Arising from my slumber to find a piece missing to a puzzle. Government conspiracy religious fantasies. Is there any fact in everything in which we believe.
Cape Cape Canaveral. Go go catastrophe. Shes into medicine. Neck deep in therapy. . Where she goes I go. Shes a lonely girl. . Down with the Dramamine.
I don't know to where she goes but Hell. I figure she'll be home by sunrise. Dirty with the scent of sex and cocaine. She climbs the steps of the high rise.
I watched you pull the thread that hung below. The hem of everything you'd grown to know. You pulled it with a sigh. Said everything must die. I watched you pull the thread and let it go.
I found myself awake. I could hear em down the hall. She was not the one I loved. But she was there to break my fall. . So I took a steady grip. And I took my courage down.
Memories fade to gray. My smile, your name. Roof leaks, dim lights. Low rent, high tide. . Boxsprings, spare change. Your scent, my ways. Your breath, my air.
Screams and moans and bats and bones. Teenage monsters in haunted homes. The ghosts on the stair. The vampires bite. Better beware, there's a full moon tonight.
La la la la la la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,. La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,. La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,.
Sanguis bibimus. Corpus edimus. . Sanguis bibimus. Corpus edimus. . Sanguis bibimus. Corpus edimus. Tolle corpus Satani. Ave. . Sanguis bibimus. Corpus edimus.
So what if I was your lover. a thousand time before. you and all the others. still doesn't make me a whore. still doesn't make me yours. . You try to say it's what happened, that you were there.
Dream little one, dream. Dream my little one, dream. Though the hunter in the night. Fills your childish heart with fright. Fear is only a dream. So dream little one, dream.