little boy so scared and selfish blocking off our every exit cowering inside these white white walls formed into the ground he's kneeling scratching out his every feeling screaming prayers out to every god
But the gods they never answer him cause non of them exist their stories paid in blood rewritten and retold there's no one there to help you when your suffering and broken you better learn to fucking cope all on your own
His lovers throat it moves inside it moves inside his sleep and so he sleeps to find the sweetness when she speaks in lullabies
He comes back to the world he finds his lovers frigid throat is silent and he makes noises he can't recognize
But the gods they never answer him cause non of them exist their stories paid in blood rewritten and retold there's no one there to help you when your suffering and broken you better learn to fucking cope all on your own
The boy now man has pieces left to find and once he does he swears to bind them back as they once were so pure he slays the wants of habits born emerges from behind locked doors with no mind for letting go
whoah
this is not what I was looking for a tragedy of some sort
A wind a wanders lonely and chills a poor man's spine i mourn sleeping body of that love so fair of mine she sang so sweet a fable of together growing old now I weep into the satin where my sweethearts sleeping cold we left one hundred cities I left one hundred blind but now I see so clearly that love so fair mine though smoke and wine do comfort my weary yawning soul the sun does never warm me when my sweethearts sleeping coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
