Teksty:
Afi The Art Of Drowning

I remember when I was told a story of Crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling Beckoning

Six figures enter, they've come to destroy the world They've called together this storm almost every night And I awake in another place A familiar voice

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I saw a star beneath the stairs Glowin' through the meltin' walls Who will be the first to begin their fall? Or will we become one? Am I the star beneath

Hear one thousand screams Hear one thousand voices A solitary echo Feel one thousand pains But one is receiving A bloody invitation Do you want to feel

Overwhelmed with a deep repulsion for sights seen so commonly Now I have come to be the walking enmity Assimilate into a culture of post morality From

I can feel you waitin' for me When the sun retreats to the hills and I Below the blanket of a burnin' sky Wrap myself within Embraced by dead leaves

What you thinking I can't speak My mind is not my own Feeling that my will is weak Can I find the strength to go on? I've battled, I've fucking battled

: Lie in comfort of sweet calamity with nothing left to lose Like in the darkness, I'm slowly drowned to sleep nothing left to lose. Three tears I've