A dynasty of reincarnation. Souls relive in each new body. In the night, in preparation. We reveal our own secret dreams.
Carry me home to caves of succession. Raise me up high and I'll follow your way. Tear me apart and teach me a mission. I will give in and give my soul away.
I have a lineage to hold. A legacy of flowing gold. A history of family. To take the mantle's destiny. I have a lineage to hold. But if I may be so bold. I would like to be my own. If my soul can find a home.
Keep this going I don’t wanna have this helpless feeling Take me back to when we were happy once At the park, we’re eating, happy lunch So if I lose control in the back of my mind Tell me will you help me get back my pride Promise me you’ll love me, you’ll be on my side We can only live the truth not a god damn lie ‘cause We only feel the heart in calmness and feelings Falling asleep on these glass-less ceilings Because maybe we were happy then So maybe we’re happy again Though after all, yes, after all We’ve been down on the...
Love has never been a friend of mine. No-one failed to make me feel declined.
Life without a goal seems right to me. Even though I guess i'm wrong, I don't see the reason why to be.
I played my cards the way I claimed never pretend to be a saint I tried to overcome the fears that constrain me. - Please believe that I'm no fiend I'll aim to proof my conscience's clean Try to have a little faith in me.
Hey girl have faith in me. Let my past be a trait to me. Even though I seemed a jerk, My feelings...
Do you dream of waterfalls Swimming with the fishes (Here fishy fishy) Rainbows arching up above And at the ends riches A moon teaparty under the stars With your friend Lop Hot air balloon rides in the twilight With Blue Kitty Don't let him drop
Oh when you sleep Dreams Oh I hope that they're sweet
Baby you're sweet like an Oreo Gumball machine unlocked Warm like a cuddle hug Flapjacks Syrup on top Oh my baby it's you And of course I'll sing you a song or two But you...
the first to truly believe giving fuel to the flames attitude what we conceive we manipulated with games my brother we were evil spitting on others faith fearless like Mr. Knievel walked with Crowley’s praise
what happened to us was it trivial fiction our strengthened truss opened to depiction
you had success forgot about me what once depressed made me fucking see
i only fed off the scraps honing my writing abilities with a mere perhaps you influenced my activities did you...