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My deep aversions, building for years Smoldering contempt internally burns Dark introspection, memories of scorn Every slight an element of my simmering
(McNabb) There's something happening in the cauldron of love, We eagerly wait to feel the labours of love, On the shallow river, we were hatching schemes
When my body gets up out of my bed I'm always singing in my head I am lucky There are people doing what they do best Simply cleaning up the mess for the
[Music and Lyrics By Alex Webster] My deep aversions Building for years Smoldering contempt internally burns Dark introspection Memories of scorn Every
I am a sick manI am a spiteful man And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar And Id be a wealthy man Blood, meat, torture music Theres
All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now The stars are pulling me in, pulling me out This tart owns all the love inside of me and you would not
Hello my wife, at last There are so many things Ive to ask We spoke before of Francis cross A red masked maid is said to have bought But Im not thinking
I watch a young boy with a bag of stones In a car, I know that I dont own Its well past three and you phone for me To come and trace back the road I
Im lost in this decay And I feel Ive touched a brilliant star Oh wait, Ive been drugged I see my palms face down on cutlery Oh please Ive not known this
By phantom light My life just sailed away today And lady youre taking in a drunken sir But Id love to, forget in the mouths of babes I need to be cut
In a quaint French restaurant In a village at dark Waitress sings, I picked a violet from my mothers grave. In the streets the children play Like the
Good evening love, youre warm like blood And its alright, cause youre you But I should never see your face again Never hear your name again Breathe,
Angel, will you accept my midnight invitation. you're born of perfection, yeah, misplaced and torn. funny how you show me the pictures of last minutes
Summer. the sunsets and your eyes as clear as life, spelling the name of surprise, the most beautiful girl under the skies. i miss home and i miss you
Call it black and white and red all over. that these bones bury in cool dirt. and it meant wrong to name you queen with one foot in my grave. (face forward
I want that body hovering above me The daughter of the king is on my bus Youve got your fathers eyes And a vampiress neck I want it to hurt, bad But