star without its strings, I'm hanging here on these two wings. For that smile and those eyes...(I'm falling) If time could stop, how could I make this poetic
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me. And this crowd right before me doesn't care that I'm dying. And the audience stands with
To me, you were just dead weight. A diluted filter blurring the color away from what this used to be or Or what it could have been. But nothing's changed
Never been much for pity Never been much for shame But I can't help but sever the ties They tie so well On one side they're holding on to what we were
I'm only patient enough to please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold up all the walls in this falling tomb. I'm only caring enough (Drowning
Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy. She's calm in the face, but she's never forgetting every other time I've been Angry, raging, clenched up hands. But
Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of My sincere affection, my undivided attention. Lie where you won't see yourself in that way.
You sold your soul for an ounce of attention. Gaining the world and demanding affection. Will you ever be pleased with your own skin? Will you ever refuse
She's a god in her own right. She dims the room light. While she moves closer, we all move slower. Tracing white lines, sipping fine wines. We remember
Still it's not enough Save yourself and demonize us Then as your curtain draws We see the tears of the fallen So stay in coma, It's the only defense
Don't fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain. We are alive again. We will survive again. Don't turn your back to every move you ever made. We
She told me don't let them in. You're a copy of a copy. She told me don't come again. This is awful. This is all wrong. Now I feel it coming back again
I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing, And the reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there, And wilt and rot away. And
Take these animals again, And wrap your ropes around them. Let the demon take you in, and tell us stories about him. I will follow you.
Fresh air, (sigh), Is what I needed I ventured through my door Proceeded Into the streets of this place I had to lower my shades to shade my face Still
The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent it's light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music
The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent the light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music
Fresh air, (sigh), Is what I needed I ventured through my door Proceeded Into the streets of this place I had to lower my shades to sheild my face Still
