"my heartstrings cease to strain i've aquired a taste for poisoned lips drank
deep of this disease in me adored with prying eyes beneath a mask made of
flesh and thorns collected from the ones she'd loved before her eyes were
opened wide she now could see forever traced deep the marks she'd made with..."We Bury Our Dead At Dawn
"Their whispers become like cries tears fall from blinded eyes ninty nine
have burned as embers ninty nine have lost their lives tired arms now fight
for life amidst the crashing waves they're drowning will you hold me until
mornings light and i'll tell you what its like to die tonight, its too late..." |
