The breeze is on my face
this just the third phase...
Dig Up Bones
From Thy Graves...
Torn was I by the two;
Chosen one and shared one...
Ahead up in the horizon
The sun woke up...
One night, as I was lai\ying down in bed, I began...
It cam upon so quickly then it finally slowed...
The porcelain doll you were told not to touch,
This doll would only break you knew this much...
Tricky, tricky little girl
How I wonder what you do...
Controlled anxiety ripping your skin
Coagulated blood froths forth in a blackened...
Dress me up in ribbons to try and hide my rags
Disguise me so that I look just as you imagine me...
Blood and tears,
Death and fears...
What are you doing,
you look lost...
Blow out the candle
Shut off the lights...