Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man But she looks so kind and gentle It just doesn't stand to reason I saw her right
Show suffocation beneath the clouds, The crusade for humanity is nearly lost. Fumes of fould temperament thicken the air, Envenomed by beings of inborn
If these hands would only kill They'd cleanse the world with it's own blood They'd cleanse the world If these hands would only kill These hand should
So what is real? This day eats you. Licked by a flame too soon, in sleep. Boot up for steel, iron hand defeats you. Tried out, but wind-blown, in sleep
No, we do not welcome the day, Though we quietly plead for the end inside. Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare. This we take to our
Poured myself out I am the empty cup My hope has died away And my tolerance faded How can I keep stability On such shaky ground? Prayers that a smile
Lies of self-indulgent pride A sense of justice misdirected for the sake of the lost A claim to inflict punishment for those who have been unjust And
I am a memory, I never existed and now I am nothing Her name, a single word melts me, takes me to the ground Only alive, can't she see I'm destroyed by
This is not my true nature I was not born as what I have come to be To be gentle again An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings Faces certain death
Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you That I might reach Straight for your throat This is madness Will we not be satisfied
One scorched, three burning... Worlds given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers. How lightly tread we now... Today is the tomorrow that was
Without pretension With a sweet chill down my spine For a time the clouds lift And what I have resigned to thinking barren Does bear fault If I am to
But puncture the skin and fracture the bone, The present pain insists we are mortal. Brother, a hammer to the knees disarms even the unassailable. As
Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy Well that's not true I've got a bed And A guitar And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's
I stand on the edge of destruction, emotionally ruined By the warmth I most desire I will not fall prey to love of a human kind For love is weakness Love
I have to let you die I have to let you fade So spare me the male accusations I would have told you those things you wanted to hear And I would have
Avoid the mirror lest I break it with the stone that serves as my heart Accept this pretty package named friend Except this it entails love not so attractive
Poured myself out. I am the empty cup My hope has died away When hope dies away when he says I'm running. How can I keep stability on such shaky ground
