When you look at her, all you see in her eyes is full of emptyness and pain. what was going on with her? she was so full of life before he came along into her world but she was walking around numb she couldn't feel anything anymore. you drain the Life source from her body . she just got so use to the pain because that's all she ever knew.
Self mutilations are so beautiful in the ballroom. The knife dances upon my skin. with only I as its partner - of course with a firm grip, I lead on. With crimson footprints following us. Now our dance has ended. Down the forearm to the wrist tears of joy run thick and red.
(Intro) The old oak tree rooted back to the early sixteen hundreds. Witness of love, death, loyalty, and betrayal.
The branches grew dropping more fleshy seeds. Like the living Earth, what you cut will bleed. A horror show for nearly one hundred haunting years. The rains hardly fell for the lack of emotion brings no tears.
(Love) A ray of sunlight so beautiful and magical, it brought life. Growing in strength and regaining health through the light. More seeds fall with the promise of a loving return. ...
The lying mask in perpetual pretense, with many more layers of painted reference. The mask that everybody loves as genuine in a blast, and the dreadful breath from the face of the foe as he passed. The eyes of the manipulator with laughter so chill, with hearts which grow by creed so still. The great gesture so loud in all this pride, claiming all the hypocrisy ever so wide. From within the subtle shadow of the weak, the more attention they need to seek. The domes of pleasure are the lays of the beast, taking the romantic charm with every...
From my mind and heart, let these passages awaken your mind as you open your eyes to see the truth and your heart to feel the deepness, the mere depth of each beat as it beats beneath your flesh of your chest. For I am a firm believer that if one cant touch your mind, then how can one touch your heart? For it is true that words can make or...
In a piss of a mood bored as hell In a town so gray and lifeless
A sideways rain Soft days long gone Rest relics frail and the spineless
Oh where should we go? Learned like A, B, C’s, For schoolboys bent for somewhere Oh where should we go? Repeat after me Beyond the boggers and their swine Oh where should we go? Now said just by me A promise ordained for darkness
The jukebox plays The Rare Old Times Heavy heads nod ‘n sway along