The word is easy dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue vaguely describing the taste of blood
A distant cry arise from the fathomless well that is my soul I can not hear the words so I throw my heart in like a coin and wish that it would sink forever
A purpose, a sacrifice or merely temptation? Is my solitude anything but a perversion of my vanity?
I never cared for this weak inclination this paranoid tendency to flock And in between the noise all the guilt a silence would carry my spirit away from diminishing obsessions Away from fools and poisonous flies
The birth of a dreamer
Behold, an angel of vengeance a lion a sword of fire Alas, the burden of my heart is violence undone pain unfulfilled silence
When I finally cut deep into the flesh of giult the un-naked body of shame and the veins of repentance open wide sending rivers of blood into my mouth the pain is still mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
