Lips cannot
touch liquid forgiveness...
The monsters are due out on Maple Street tonight
They gather around in their circles jeer and fight...
Screams can't help the pain
my self is who I blame...
A threatening cold fog
envelops me with terror...
Hot
Hotter...
You have this thought inside your head
That I'm some romantic sight...
As darkness falls,
The truth of our lives begins to unfold...
Shores are not always serene,
Clouds are not ever-peaceful...
If I said I love you it wouldn't be enough,
if I bought you a thousand roses it would be too...
The deeper the pain
the deeper my scar...
Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...
Gods smell on death,
gods smell on death...