have spun a noose, it seems, Please siren set me free, And ravish me with seraphic song. Seduction leaves the lips of the exquisite siren (exquisite siren
: Been waiting for an end in a life filled with all those little stories. (Say what you want, say what you need) Our last encounter, (Say what you want
of former lovers, A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake Tonight Take this four-fingered salute, I gave the fifth for you my dear, May it beckon you
and grace. But it was consequence, just promise to light my way. But it was consequence, come on, just promise to light my way. But it was consequence
fates have spun a noose, it seems, Please siren set me free, And ravish me with seraphic song. Seduction leaves the lips of the exquisite siren (exquisite siren
: Through the shadow of night, the lost and the sullen, Pariahs ignite the skies, leaving our worlds behind, Pillaging life beneath a western sky. Not
: How?s the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, And when the worms carried it away, Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? To
: He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You
: And so it erodes, from my septum to a numbed aorta, Yet I longed to run as I watched you grow smaller, And finally fade into the long perspective.
: We awoke in the midst of a vicious cycle, Becoming the satellites whose transmissions are static served. As of late, it seems my audience has been
and all the lies that we create, When we're feigning every red letter day. The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration. Destined it
: Fearful and numb, I now can accept, Deceit and dependency are my preeminent assets. Defined, (defined), a word etched in skin. Sweet host, (sweet host
He's reigning down in the shadow lands again. Born as the bastard son, lost in his own pretension. Dastardly concerned, yet chipped away in time, You
We awoke in the midst of a vicious cycle, Becoming the satellites whose transmissions are static served. As of late, it seems my audience has been lacking
sins of former lovers, A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake Tonight Take this four-fingered salute, I gave the fifth for you my dear, May it beckon
Been waiting for an end in a life filled with all those little stories. (Say what you want, say what you need) Our last encounter, (Say what you want
