Your voice is static Take your call Pull out the seams I burn the page Far from my reach Am I afraid? Images are blurred Around my throat You
Looking back in time Through verses set in nursery rhyme At oil painted eyes Of muses left behind I swear I know not why Those eyes have always left me
's bite Ordained by black priests A police gunfight In the unknown night Is a man With no great master plan No deadly weapon clutching in his hand You
Curse this insatiable weakness of ours That crawls through us ever so slight And dulls our sensations as deep as they are They're born in the blink of
Mourn as a nation, rule as a mob Kill for an insult so slight The further they plummet, the blinder they are Each one believing they're right I'm the
know From one deadly sin... A burn to my skin Bound by lust A flood of red From what I know Bound by lust Bound by trust
I have made you in my likeness And I make you the keepers of my garden world And if you honor me in kind, I will be grateful, but be warned For I'm an
apocalypse Coming through the city side Fallen angel no need to hide Where vengance hits All bodies collide and fate decides Where our love will
, My eyes shadow, with conviction, In all noir, you descend, You go for the kill, In all noir, In all noir, you descend, In all noir, you go for the
out of sight Let it dive, let it die, let it fade Let it drag us down, let it come between you and I Where we born to despair There will always be something
Beneath the waves of trembling stars The road winds towards The windward side My soul is saved by these city lights My face is framed by the blanket of
It was there that I saw you As evening sighs, Let me come and have my leis And it was there that I came Rises up against the sky-line You were fair
Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb Lead you
our thoughts and minds Have been encoded into blood We spun the wheels of the Armageddon Just to see what it would bring With blood and rain it will
wonderful things that you could never achieve Now you're out of time, your life is dry, you're wondering why Remember how it used to be You were young
rest behind What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft voice that said so? What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft
to piss in tonight Quietly sleep Millions of people Dreaming of deserts As the puddles grow deep Dark clouds of rage Black out the sun The rivers will
sin, You never make a move, 'til you've got something to prove. Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe, Young ingenue, escapes unscathed, You read the part, but you