I mutilated your thoughts before you uttered them,
played with the silver necklaces of trust...
I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...
Spiritual Sensations
spiritual sensations...
I held the knife,
Away from myself...
Burning
Dreaming...
Lay not a flower on my grave
For the petals of the blooms will fall...
It's dark, pitch back
Drip, drip, drip...
Laying there the man in black comes 'round,
Many souls fierce and tired he has found...
I am sick of the word love,
It's a feeling when broken...
The moon herself screams in agony
The stars cry for my pain...
As snow does to a fire
God will pierce the light...
Rays of sunshine bless my skin
sweet thoughts flow from deep within...