I must confess that nothings changed for now.. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,. into our beds while we sleep.. Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,.
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy, what do you see?. I see the tortoise and the hare in the rat-race. And it fits like a glove under my sleeve.
The gates of Morken lay in sight, this war is coming to an end. Behind the walls of the darkest place we'll see the Angel fall from grace. Witness the end of flowing tears, the final chapter of our dreams.
ladies and gentlemen. we are in a little bit of a predicament. he said take your time. but didn't back his words. heroes and holy ghosts. which one of you steps.
Now we've reached the land, such a dreadful sight. What can be expected from these cursed shores?. We've got a remote chance, we will try it out of spite.
All that is calm wake no more.... Stay and sleep until this ends.. All is till. Warm and dark.. Wait inside this quiet..
My love I Hail you from a faraway place,. The words that I lay down are painful to write. And now I'm done,. I'll be leaving to a forsaken land... and my life will come to an end..
Death followed his path when first he came. the coldness of his mind was that of steel. desease was his fortune, chaos his name. his words disillusions, for blood he came.
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.. The list of dead goes on and on and on.. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,. up broken hearts. I'm giving up on moving on..
now heaven knows i got one short damn fuse. so come sit down a spell while i light up the room. if walls could talk they'd be know-it-alls. so we live in the sticks.
Reach. go on.. . Hands don't match,. Go and find the bars that make us hunger,. Maybe with knots and uniforms,. And if i may add,. Well i've got a big gun,.
So what if you don't like this one. Just one more time around. And I've got the feeling. Past actions don't count now I'm sorry if you feel that. I Owe you something.
no interest in this motion.. It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all,. I know that there's no right way to.... words failing. We're breeding sour ends, far more.
(And as i was traveling i realized there were no boundries). . See that car plunge into what was known as a pitiful painted pest,. On the verge of a casted script,.
It's amplified for everyone.. It's pounding repeating.. No touch of truth to any line.. Empty sounds and hollow words.. Diseased and rotting quickly..
Paper cuts leave trails. A good distraction. Is what I got to.. . I've got this corner window. I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall. It takes All This All This TIME, TIME and Color, TIME, TIME and Color..
Darling you you you send me. I know you love you send me. Darling you you send me. Honest you do. Honest you do. Honest you do. I know you you thrill me.
Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink. And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief. They face the facts with thinking caps, they map out and display.
Bought a picture of jesus,. Held it in the mirror and he saw a picture of himself,. Spoke life to the children,. You see things aren't put into words.