The water is shallow And her tears still reflects from Yesterdays trauma and failure. There's something in the wind Like a whisper longing to be heard
The sky parts and my prayers fall before me Will faith be the question Or with the question test my faith Save me I am lost in the mind of a monster Save
We are lost on the sea of mystery And when the night is getting darker See a light it might just get us out alive One by one they've torn our dreams apart
is a song for the young believers. A dedication to the keepers of the faith. You make this choice if your in this to win it. A dedication to the keepers
Embrace the truth We have make this downfall. Never before and never again will we be ashamed for who we are. We kept burning bridges like there is nothing
1 5 6!) I have carried on this leap of faith. Even though these times are changing. We were a constant. You and I where always a constant! It shakes
could have been so much greater, if you only gave it a chance But I guess that you'll find what you?re searching far from here Can you feel how you?re trapped in a
was "But hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do". I've bled myself dry tonight for wanting more. The cold wind sweeps beneath me. Like a star
veins and a razorblade, with the thought of a better life I'm standing with 2 open veins and a razorblade, with the thought of a better time Broken
you so I'm writing these letters, putting my sorrow down on a paperslip on a paperslip in fear. it's not my intention to hurt you its just a way to
laughter So lets celebrate! I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are This, this is the last time I write a song in your name A note without fate
'll paint you oh so red Now can you lie While suffocating Can this moment rewind My hand is on your neck I?m taking back what is mine A different shade
never been called a lovely person Not been considered very nice. My social skills would fit good in prison. Until I met you. No memory of a time or a
me Let it go down like it's supposed to be Words together like birds in a flock Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a
a cubicle we'll never think outside it Now inside wanna try to tie a diagram to modify them I'm there as a hybrid of a body of a pirate Of a soul that
I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a
got played by a pro She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys Ain't a hoe or a groupie
posture of my back in fair condition But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble It's a