Help, help, help, is all i asked for
but i guess you didn't hear...
My knuckles are turning white,
And the gun in my hand grow warm...
Waking up to a makeup stained face
leaning over to be kissed...
In your camera, the film remains.
I noticed it was black and white...
Gray walls,
A dark asylum...
I wont ever forget you
You will always be my sun...
So sweet, so pure, Ms lady i adore
dreams are one thing, your so real...
Scorching inside
And my body turns to a fiery red...
Dedicated to david karlowski,
sept. 5, 1989 - sept. 20, 2008...
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night...
Often intrigued by that treacherous path
Your victims are born from your perilous wrath...
I once knew someone
who always used to smoke...