now father dear And turn this blood to choice You know I think these young Are spent and have seen their day My back bares the scars of work While my
, my dear Last chance, piggy, there?s nobody in here Here they come, my dear Here they, here they come Here they come, my dear Last chance, piggy, there?s
with age With every breath You wake a picture instilled the way I wish you had lived with cause through pain No, no matter you died the same machine
you might Push the living off and say Oh, mother please They have no need For your boy I've been bitten by disease, my dear The hurt has come within my
them This is the last, you'll say in the shower As your blood curves a path When mixed with the water I'll do it myself so it's done To the right of
By this, with the soulful goodnight I wish you this, all the things that you're hiding from Hide me in the hole stored away from nightmares They lived
of the bees, I'm a dead man Dear diary I won't keep her awake anymore I won't love her anymore, she won't let me Just a journey, man's journey to the
it well, I think you do Here I go, I'm on my way home now To you, and it hurts to hear you fear Here I go, I'm on my way home now To you, and it hurts
long again It's Easter, until the sun, with Cecilia It's Easter, and the sun and Cecilia It's Easter, until the sun, with Cecilia It's Easter, and the
I tell them all the truth for no secret lies this time Once upon a world way before your loss So look out I fear that they follow near And in the courthouse
only boys With time I create Invest investigate puzzle solved belated Which one killed my boy? My question to incriminating convoy I want death and blood for my
By this, with the soulful 'goodnight', I wish you this, all the things that you're hiding from, Hide me in the hole, stored away from nightmares, They
now father dear and turn this blood to choice. You know, I think these young are spent & have seen their day. My back bares the scars of work while my
them. This is the last, you'll say in the shower, As your blood curves a path, when mixed with the water, I'll do it myself so it's done, To the right
And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away, With all grace to allow my hand the travel & worth here across your face, I
box drifting in the land outside you're missing, Sail it till Sunday, just till the evening's grey. It's Easter, until the sun, and Cecillia. It's Easter
Tell them all the truth for no secret lies this time, Once upon a world way before your loss, So look out I fear that they follow near, While in the