"I am the light that shall lead you to darkness". Well, here I am, I'm back again. From the Deadlands I descend. back from the dead, back from The End.
Plomito saw the papis eyes..... Plomito saw the papis eyes..... Plomito saw the papis eyes.....
Pusher, pushing a dream. Go ahead and pick the scarecrow clean. One long season mean, or just letting off steam?. Only scratched it twice, made it bleed real nice.
The downhill slope I'm standing on is starting to hurt my feet. My neck gets stiff from staring up at the world. I'd show you all my self esteem. But I lost it somewhere down the road.
Wake the master. Is all you survey. Pictures down the well of my thoughts. In settled dust they're hidden away. Forced down the yellow pills then I stepped into the screen.
Wolves devour the full moon heart. Screams bloodless howls and starves for the dawn. As teeth and jaw sink in like needles. There's no love lost for a helpless pawn.
Baby, oh. . Even in my heart I see. You're not bein' true to me. Deep within my soul I feel. Nothing's like it used to be. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time.
See the way you take my soul. Laugh at how you steal my pride. Crush the dreams that I once had. I'll take it all in stride. . Give up everything I've worked for.
"First leaves touch the ground. Shadows are to be our company. An age draws near. In which days die away, die softly. When the light dwindles. When the curtain falls.
Huge and ashen and overfull roll the clouds. To crush the horizon and affliction drops. Viciously as trip, deprives the mind I would. Just need to learn silent oblivion from the world.
I'm still pretending. I'm still with you. I'm in the eye of the storm. I'm still longing for your taste. Please release me, I'm with you. . Dark is the season.
No-one seems to care about.. No-one seems to ask.. Behind this face there's wasted memory.. Caught beneath a mask.. . This heart will beat another day..
When something stains your pride. And leaves you back with despite. Your vain attempts to blank it out. Troubled, in a state of doubt. . Both inside and outside.
You saw me dancing on top of the world.. You saw me down below.. I try to fly but i might not come back again.. Do you wonder why?. Don't count on me (don't you ever)..
And from the ashes a phoenix rose. With wings made of gold. It gently touched me a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle. Hoping it would never come to an end.
"Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly,. save only through the weakness of his feeble will" -Joseph Glanvill-. . Someone told me there is a war within.
PASSION AND DEMISE. . The sweet draught of lick-her (liqour). Runs gently over my tongue. A feast of wicked pleasure. Is the delight of sweat and blood.
The downfall - a pleasure to watch it in your arms. Flaming red inferno, we relish the dying horizon. . With fiery thorns in your hands. You strike stakes of lust through my heart.
The art of losing is not hard to learn. To lose, forget, and leave behind. Forget one moment, never to return. Surreptitiously declined.. . The first cut is the deepest, so they say,.