Treasure

by lydiaXsuicide   Jul 11, 2007


This room is screaming emptiness
Silence breaks the air
It leaves me lying on the floor
It leaves me dying there
Crawling through the trenches
You stand behind each door
Blood
Sweat
Muddy water
Up against the crashing shore
Take my hand it's my world
Understand we'll make it real
Play with me in my world
All of this is my world
Black fire rising higher
It breaks across the line
There's hell to pay and we'll pay all day
Because the fire's mine
The source is moving closer
I can taste the water now
I feel the heavens shaking
As angels come dropping down
I am the angel
You are the hands that grab me
I am forgotten and you're alone
-Justification-
Perfect stimulation
Make me a treasure
Make me a gun
I am cold
I am cold

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