Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen
I'm threading through the evening it's later than I thought a friend of mine is waiting for cigarettes I brought she smiles she seems so tired so nothing
Oh beloved one You have given me precious memories Which I will always remember You are and shall forever be in my dreams My everything... You seduced
[music: Argento, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead] I bid my last wits a sad goodbye Sundown is closing in There are secrets the dreamland keep More than meets
[music: Argento, Wead, lyrics: Wead] Come rain, come shine, no lie of mine Eternal dark is my shrine The sun might shine outside but in my heart death
[music: Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead] Silent storm clouds Slow they came, in God's name Bold and blinded We're the same, still no shame Is this our
[music and lyrics: Wead] The fallen and graceless, the twisted and odd Outcasts from heaven, abandoned by God Wakeless in daylight, evoked by the night
a thought about that day When you'll be dead and gone and passed away Memento mori, remember death Memento mori, your final breath Life is not forever, never forget Memento
[music: Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Marcolin] My father was undergoing surgery His heart had failed him so terribly The operation was very dangerous I felt
[music: Rudolf Schenker, lyrics: Klaus Meine] [Scorpions cover] You get me loose I want ya, that's all I do You leave me loose I want ya, that's all
Crown of thorns [8x] You don't know what you've done You're heartless Like a serpent with virtuous eyes You're a crawling lie Just a fool's disguise
[music: Argento, Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead] From my black tongue, words of scorn Out of darkness, my ways were born I can still fear their presence
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Light, light fades to grey Time, time slips away Time slips away
Life's a painful stride Shameful tears I'll hide Step by step a limping gait Mile after mile a faithless state Stumbling on through thick and thin Through
Oh God, I wish the morning came I still hear them They're singing in the dark Creation infernal, unholy overture In the shadows of my attic Morpheus,
A simple boy of common strain A low-bred without class Soil his name and apir at him Just launch and turn away A little boy who's lost his pride A little