When two becomes one Life pulls a gun Many turns to none Devotion and sharing Loving and caring Then it all disappears It holds onto our fears And we
Diane - Is the hunt finally over? Drop dead gorgeous is what you're not Two tits and a hole is all that you've got You search for a heartbeat amid the dead
a smile Keeping everything locked within When true tears are reliving And the warmth of an embrace, not a threat And slowly we bury our dead Bear this
Hand in hand A gun in hand Ready to shoot down a promise again Tempting lips, burnt fingertips Ready to tell another lie once again Hand in hand A chunk
hell Human-compost I am Human-compost I am Human-compost I am Human-compost I am I am! Somebody please give me a Somebody please give me a gun Been
I am closing Shutting down this need so vain For this time around I won't live the past again I have chosen To leave your trap so far behind To bury
me Living in lie is just too much for me And the next day dawns dead Off with my head And the circle begins again No place left to somber Not a single
In this room with no doors, A year-old scent of a trust betrayed" Drop a word and I shake That one look and I break down And then you bury the dead
me And I will lure you into my reality Don't give a fuck about you, it's all about me For I am the big star and you're just a wanna-be, wanna be with
"I don't want to miss you" This muting numbness is far from the peace I am searching Just a twisted silence - Weird tranquillity An uncomfortable heartless
and kill the sickness within me I'm sure that you can Not sure that you can Did death do us part? Well, to us now we're truly dead Oh, suffer my heart
