How carefully I've shaped you in the solitude of days How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers How sweet the days I've marked in knots
Starts from the back of your head Shifts to the front of your head because of the vibrations Ain't got no girl to kiss on, what I got Ain't got no face
I am an angel, stands in the corner Nobody sees me Invisible angel, makes certain signals Only I know what they mean Dogs and demons walks in my head
We hate each other ?cause of race and religion We hate each other ?cause of class and position We want to know why is love so hard to come by Give me
In a new place, in a strange land An undone new world, not a part of the plan Hatred and fear is the language I know Out of my home, out of control Everything
This little pig has a mind of his own This little pig thinks he's cool This little pig thinks that he's all grown And this little pig needs school This
Living with myself is hard enough So I get away when things get rough Famine, strife and thoughts of war Matter less than the dress she wore You see
What is the point of suffering? What is the purpose of joy? Is it true that the winner dies With the most toys? A lifetime spent for a dollar A lifetime
with this loathe engrained in me i falter in despair i perish away in my taint of shame lost, astray again... lapsed in the enchantress mind submissive
The Immaculate Conception Lyrics Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions): "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us
what difference does it make, is it so important, worth the friendships it will break all this strife for prevailing moments, now it's yours so fucking
Flowing down the mountain Many broken streams Hand full of twisted thoughts Bottle full of needs Follow the sun down Till I can't see your face There
Go I like feeling filthy I like feeling shame Call me what you want to Fucking little stain Tell me something different Don't keep it the same And I have
My wallet It's only getting lighter I'll keep it folded for now It's a paper weight And I'd love to say it's easier to move, To breathe, to walk So much
Well, it's the two baddest, long haired, motherfuckers right here People call us dirt bags and you know that we just don't care If you relate to this
This is how it all began, I can recall This one time couldn't get enough Life was kind of cold but you were like a fire Flaring up, couldn't get it out
Bloodstains Now they can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I don't see eye to eye Well, I know they