She's digging up the graveyard, black lips and toenails A brand new bat wing at the county jail Like Tammy Trapeze the dead acrobat I dig her deeply when
You can see her Whenever it rains From Rome to New Orleans Dancing on the graves Burden by the heart She loves her sunglasses after dark And every single
Help me, somebody help me I wonder where I am I see my future before me I'll hurt you when I can It seems like I've been here before It seems like I'
take this, you know what i want you take what you need i'll give whatever it takes to get you off you live with no direction the chains that hold you
Demons among us awake upon a heartfelt emotion painful erosion Obsessed beyond addiction no where to hide the spiritual afflicition the stupid kind decisions
I know I prefer to hurt it seems to comfort me and burn I never asked for it - question I never wanted it to end I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know I prefer to hurt It seems to comfort me and burn I never asked for it - question. I never wanted it to end I know that I die gracefully in vain
I wake to a wasteland I try to understand hates me everyone Satan's got a gun left with everything I'm skinned by my own thoughts raped by every god feeling
Weak Child Cries Never Heard Deep Pain The Kind That's Easily Ignored Can't get my thoughts across to tell you Torture intensifying inside Dense
Another dumb kid, shut up Another restless bitch, still fuck Another magic trick, not a sound Forget to forget you're so far You're getting close to my
Slow pose and cross-eyed Visions owed to the railroad ties Humpbacks and sugar shacks Shotgun wed to the poison of our past A little longer, a little
To make thee mine I cast a net as wide as I am free Line by line, erase the schemes that I have drawn to be There's no fear anymore, is to learn the truth
I love you, I don't even care If it takes my life from heaven unaware Sin for sin, I let you in and still I'm cursed So put my heart on your chopping
jede nacht schau ich auf zu dir meine sA?nde so tief in mir deine schA¶nheit macht mich blind solange wir zusammen sind hab dich schon tausendmal verflucht
Turkish clove cigarettes In a black coffin lunch box She falls into the poster on her wall She has an ideal fantasy She's with Lestat meets Peter Murphy
Look on the flip side It coulda' gone real bad The way I see this thing It worked out all the better The better best anyhow And you know that you're so
wait 'till the bottom of the barrel then i'll tell you that i love you i can't wait to get home and wrap my arms 'round you i can't wait to get home
(DC Pierson) Mr. DNA, flow so Jurassic clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic damn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plastic clumsy archeologist