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
You, my friend Deserve things like spring as reference to your majesty... But nothing draws conclusion in the bones of your faith When you've dismissed
I saw a plane spiraling toward a city I knew was already dead. So I watched flames rips the screams out of those heads Boiling and bubbling the way
It was the mistakes in on it. In on it. Gave me a picture of an innocent face. But 18 years and 7 years can't make a difference. Cause in one year
In the back of my head I saw a knife dangling from your face
It seems to be cold in here inside the empty head of you, the end of you. when you speak, your pink, pink snout spouts out poison, and wihtout a doubt
BLAH BLAH See the point is that too many people have already sung these songs And are probably sick and tired of pretending to enjoy them So you stand
Tears for ourselves, (what we can do to ourselves) When friends are all we have, (what we can do to ourselves) My fingers, my wrist Some clicks,
I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and
How can you stay focused how can you see when your world is seen through a happy rose tint I don't think I feel comfortable with your heavy finger on
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
That scent says more in memory. Do I dare disturb universe, Tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology
White laced promises keep suspicion from crawling, their blatant dis-illusion teases my mind. its raining amelessly but its not helping the time slow
I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers and in your room, in it's corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede
Last week I could not believe what I would see, The tears rolled down softly. Nudged down the stairs oh so sadly. We could steal the truth to never
Staring into the blank Into a non-linear hole, It sucks you down It expands you inside yourself A parallel paradox converges upon this spot. That
When hands meet here skin form to the tube through skin from my mouth. All painted and dressed up for confusion this in all ends meets complicated to
Fallow fields have fallen, sallow, sallow. Victim to encryption, disclosing an unspoken plea. And the stars sang of the scorpion sun. To impale- impaling
