You're still the child Suspended in space Crying out to you Beckons you to yet another fine place Where the trials of life are few Who says you are coming
The end has come The sky has lost it's sun The harm is done He was the only one There goes my babe There goes what might have been There goes my babe
I waited for you winterlong You seemed to be where I belong It's all illusion anyway If things should ever turn out wrong And all the love we have is
Winding paths through tables and glass First fall was new Now watch the summer pass So close to you. Too late to keep the change, Too late to pay, No
No I'm fine. I've lived so far my life in vain. Ah! I've lived so far my life I'm tired. The only power carve a flank. Don't tell me I'm tempted. Sign
i saw a plane spiraling toward a city i knew was already dead. so i watched the flames rip the screams out of those heads, boiling and bubbling the way
Inside old house behind closet doors they form single file lines. I will not dedicate a day to a lifesize nativity scene nor will my passer by notice
a mask we all wear, a latex curtain stare, the flesh in rhythm through the window, skin slapping bare as the wind blows.. her makeup face is hollow with
this is where it starts, when we all just fall apart, a hole in my head widens, my brain is drying up, where it shows, everyone can see it but no one
In his nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss. Now suffocating, she dies in his arms. Now their love is a floating ghost, as she turns
Lately I've been thinking that I cleared a whole side of my room for you. Because your presence should be framed when your visits arrive. They are white
remember the time they followed a safe distance. it was a safe distance, and the beating never stopped. the beaten, the barren, the prosperous, the people
shut your fucking mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense
...In the back of my head I saw a knife dangling from your face...
I am a prisoner in a war of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow. Choke the throat of passion and sorrow.
how can you stay focused? how can you see straight? when your world is seen through a happy rose tint. i don't think i feel comfortable with your heavy
white laced promises keep suspicion from crawling, their blatant disillusion teases my mind. its raining shamelessly but its not helping the time slow
i peel back the lips, rip out my hair and nails, pull my skin off in strips, and shatter my teeth... split the eyes one by one, cut off the fingers, remove