These words are not my own,
I claw for the desperately in the recesses of my...
You have your problems
And Ive mine...
Acrid wind burns through the desert,
as the night turns from velvet to oil...
She says she's been walking a little bit too long
beneath this burning December sun...
Walk along this shore with me
As we take a journey to the past...
The reflection gleams in her eyes, as if glitter...
All clever girls know colors will intoxicate the...
I once was so happy and full of life
I once had a family and a loving wife...
How does it feel,
To know your the reason for her death...
Weeping skies above
watch eternal rocks crumble...
This cold, lonely road
is the place that I stroll...
Everynight, she sees those dark things,
the shadows don't only live inside her twisted...
Death die and hatred
are just words i like to say...