my reflection is a skeptical fear of bruising cuts as soft as a fresh gash because these contridictions can be like razors cutting down slow to end
[feat. Michael Graves, ex-Misfits] seems a million miles away inside this twisted mind thats warped in me the line advances into the onslaught in the
blood splattered around the chamber like a shotgun suicide expose my horrific ending without a tragic note always cursed until this time I pulled the
I will watch your throne shatter and fall leaving treads of blood imprinted around my throat your hands will never be washed away and my fears never
the devils creation of a heartless soul brought among us in familiar form to resurrect all forms of greed hated to death, yet in control of all to pass
closing my eyes sealed to the floor I can feel my temptation burning hated by one constructs my anger this is for my flawless season binary blood flowing
descending from a past, slowly integration into future I can feel my heart pound and race as if it were taking a last breath. unliving the entirety of
As the daylight fades away Our chairs come out And cool is all we know Another night by this fire Is another night by those who define me As we pull
In the morning mist by the waning moon through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread
Early morning without warning Woke me with a scare I had that dream again That the sun was dead Make me warm or take me home Its so cold in here Cant
Here we are At the end Say goodbye to all your friends Here we go waching the sun go round Sitting on a roodtop making time stop I never want to come
Я выключаю телевизор, я пишу тебе письмо Про то, что больше не могу смотреть на дерьмо, Про то, что больше нет сил, Про то, что я почти запил, но не забыл