I cry and my eyes spill blood onto the floor.. Acheron flows in silence,. And the noise intensifies my pain.. No will to speak.. Not even enough hope left to weep. Anymore:.
We've been riding all night and the skies that diminish are right to be known. We've been finding insight in what we knew to be right from the day we were born.
They look through their rose-coloured glasses,. At the beauty of the world.. They're so blind and fucking ignorant,. That love's all they see.. Any sorrow they come across never cuts deep,.
The sun inside your eyes sends me impossibly. Through seasons spilling fluid time like arteries of gold. Beside this tree of oak and moss most innocently.
I have not seen myself for ages.. This empty shell cares no longer for life.. Slowly replacing the flesh with steel,. So that I may carry on.... Unfettered by this mortality..
Well, I've opened up my veins too many times. And the poison's in my heart and in my mind. Poison's in my bloodstream, poison's in my pride. I'm after rebellion, I'll settle for lies.
Whispers of insanity bombard my rationale.. Aeons passed since I last did feel,. The joy of my tears,. Streaming,in dissipation of sorrow.. . The insidious beauty,so quiescent..
take this scarred body. annoint his heirs. take a dollar for the crossing. from coins in his meal. . souls slight of coin. slight of name. then i'll meet you at the back gate.
Sullen, I loom forth into the microcosm,. Exuberant voices abound.. I hear their scrapings of life,. Falling, into infinity.. . Knowledge is understanding,.
Sleepless and struggling to pry. apart the memories you try.. So hard to hide from the light. over this long, lonely night.. . Thoughts linger on like a rash,.
I see them coming at me all the time,. Lashing out, killing me over and over again.. And I laugh for I enjoy all the deaths that I receive,. The pain and destruction of my flesh,.
( Traditional ). . Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face is like some wondrous fair. With the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the ground whereon he stands.
Cease to know or to tell. Or to see or to be your own. Cease to know or to tell. Or to see or to be your own. . Have someone else's will as your own. Have someone else's will as your own.
Incessent Drone Of Misery. Pyrrhonism Grows Into My Veins. Like A Parasite Feeding Upon My Gain. . In The Wake Of Elucidation. Thoughts Are Manifested Amidst The Senses.
Passing through matter,. I tear onwards.. Bitterness empowers my will,. Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh,. As I surround...... . Chaos revels in my mind..
When Susannah cries. she cries a rainstorm. she cries a river. she cries a hole in the ground. . She cries for love. she cries a sad song. she cries a shiver.
Disgust for the standards set by you,. Disgust for your aims of mass control.. Freedom is your silencing mechanism,. Fortunately for you people are too blind and ignorant to see,.
Chorus:. When Susannah cries. she cries a rainstorm. she cries a river. she cries a hole in the ground. she cries for love. she cries a sad song. she cries a shiver.
This air of silence,. Breathes through the sullen mist.. Transparent winds,. Ease these age-old wounds.. . As stale thoughts disappear,. Through Morpheus pathways..
I have always been the type to think before I speak. I have always been the type to look before I leap. And like a bolt out of the blue I was struck and there was you.