walked through the mines, You left me alone to find my way on this, My dying day. Please believe me that this is all I have to give. I gave you my
Cause you, you've lived your life by bringing fire to douse a blaze as we walked through the mines, you left me alone to find my way on this, my dying day
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end (Iliad) Raise my hands and praise the day Break the spell
praising you. Another dollar in my bank account of vain pursuit. I do not count my life as any value or precious at all. Let me finish my race, let me answer my
(And we pray you die) We pray you suffocate (Suffocate) In pain you writhe (In pain you writhe) This day we celebrate (Celebrate) This day we celebrate (This day
Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water jumpsuit and pig meat and making his
star in Taurus lights up and outshines the galaxy A fleeting moment of glory in time and space A supernova resounds, a desperate symphony Leaving behind a beacon fallen from grace
? Why am I not what I used to be? That's the beauty of the mind Night divide day, day erase night Light of day, day of Darkness They are inside my head
. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace
Privileged, a chosen few Blessed with our time in hell Witness a divine vision The day we all fell still Rapture of the dying age A shattered hourglass
faithfulness is holding you down. Down Your cries are dying out. Stunning bride. Don't look for innocence In my eyes. You will find a way To face another day
praising you. Another dollar in my bank account of vain pursuit. I do. That count my life as any value or presence at all. Let me finish my race, let me answer my
Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease Iliad Raise my hands
rose, caroline, caroline, caroline, oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water Right voice (reed
, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water Right Voice (Reed,
spit right into your face In grace you'll be no more This scar makes her heart stronger Your breath makes her days longer Life gained through your dying
