get to know yourself. I used to think that being alone meant being by myself. Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you. I used to think that being alone
to know yourself. I used to think that being alone meant being by myself. Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you. I used to think that being alone
LOVE the art of sin within you hide screaming thoughts into my mind Upon your skin some moments of pleasure your kiss cold as ice into your eyes a dying
s talkin' s**t, all our on d**k. (Mo Thug) Better get your woman, get the f**k gone, and leave us alone, you ready for war, nigga? I'm ready, well, consider
art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost art
here Slow smoldering Slow smoldering heat Lapping at your skin Pulling you down again I wish that I could Fan back to life The dying embers Of my long
Please leave I think I'll close my eyes now The first sunshine was mine Look for me among the flowers Sleeping with the earth My Dying Bride Through
dying, right beside the river? Away bastard dog Nunquam Down from your throne Nunquam A dagger glints in my hand, am I afraid? You'll perish alone Pray
girl it's true. And if I ever lose your love if I ever lose your heart Oh baby I'm dying for your love. Baby now I'm alone and I try to be strong
even lift my brush to paint my long-awaited good-bye Yet I'm feeling optimistic, relatively this is my testimony and it tests the past miserably Why do I keep dying
dragons slain A lullaby like song of grave Caressing shadows, demons slave Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art
away I count - my days, alone - I wait your final will - donate minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins I am but young, yet dying of old age force
wondered, how things might have been? But aint it funny? When loves comes back again Have you mastered, The art of looking strong? When you're dying
last time In between black and white I disappear Circled around the stone until I landed here I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying
and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause only Words can cut to bone Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone
I used to think love was a dying art Compassion couldn't live within a crowded heart I saw my freedom in a poor man's eyes Hope like a light, will
seem to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence, but sorrow is rapidly replaced by frustration, envy and despair. dressed in white, a child alone
