Please take me back to the way things were before I swear to God were causing permanent damage or more as I try to fight these urges inside (we keep
violence will seethe with the danger Our laws collide not allowing another contender When the wine drinks itself, you will burn to a cinder We're
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement
Take a second and sit right there I'll tell you it's just a story that you can bring with you a cautionary tale is this vicarious or is this innocence
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Slow falling whispers on pricked up ears Slow burning cinders, three long years between when we lit them in so much haste High hazard seasons, houses
stand 'neath the shadow of his wing do you remember sorrow stands near an' close at hand sorrow stands an' in sorrow's hand the burning ember he'll come a cinder
A stranger to you but I've known you forever you're my flesh and blood You gave me this life and made me hate you for it The distance in years but time
V1) So easy to hide inside yourself when outside seems like a film that you have seen. So real yet far from realised, the twisted metal flies. B) It
V1) Worthless life can push aside their betters easily, I?d throw you to the floor and chain you down if it was up to me. The future that we see, well
V1) Track the moment that frayed your seam, crack the surface and float down stream. Make the jigsaw with one lost piece, that Holy Grail, your Golden
V1) Never felt at ease that much with the Minus touch, when you?re wading in the rain. Stuck between the coldest place and a silent face. An underlying
V1) We bathe in a high tech glory, Trapped in your own company. Relive your short play story, In games that weren?t enough for me. C) There?s got
V1) Learn how to change gear and drive fast away from here. Crafted by times tools and held back by stunted fools. C) Do you wanna come with me cos
V1) I?d like to believe we could judge ourselves. Be free from your contradictions and your waste of time. C) Would you pray, or would you want to.
V1) I wish the radio wouldn?t play all these shit songs every day. I?ve had enough of all these pretty boys and crap pretentious noise, they?re record
V1) I always tried to be the best that I could be, But other people always taking things from me. I see an open chest of stolen treasure, I reach to