Touch my eyes with yours Find my hands with yours I am still I'm not Decayed and vanished I am Still I'm not Forever gathering the stones From all his
To get away from all my grief and my pain I know there's only one conclusion I don't remember how my life used to be but still I've got the right solution
Far away from sanity your screaming gives me pleasure the only reason I let you live... is that I want to feel your fright I fear for my life I sensed
Where did she take me can't see a thing here I try to move but my body doesn't conform me Just tyr to rest soon we'll start our journey then why am I
This dream about her eyes makes me cry... Night after night... I can't take this much longer I need her empathy I need her to be around me... Hasn't
I'm inside you I'm within your mind all around you no peace I feel him getting closer nothing to do but wait just a helpless spectator as his personality
Tied up in a rope of hate Inside a world of no retreat She begs the one to let her go But it's too late Clouds are passing right outside As if today were
This silence never touched by noise and we're reaching out I touch the dark spot of your heart I bring peace... Why do you bring me to this lake of sorrow
Drowning in my emptiness Love is no subject if my hate isn't there Strangled by the curse of loneliness pleasure's no subject if pain is not there I'
Black silence in my heart grey chaos in my head white loneliness in me questions tearing me apart love and hate fighting in me and it hurt's like I hurt
I consider that you could act like me look like me, talk and walk like me. But you are nothing compared to me. In the deep of your disheartened soul I
Slowly drifting away in the river of shame with the conscience of Judas and no one to blame. Suddenly, as we spoke, the preacher approached with an attitude
I lay down, down in earth. I am nothing, I am dirt I went in way to deep. There is no one left to hurt I lay down in earth, I am all dirt I will call
Hide the shame because It's invisible to anyone who'd ever care to have an opinion. Forget the clangor in the last fair game It doesn't make a difference
His arm reaches to hit the sun In a crowd with no one But it's painted on the wall Next to all the naked bodies trailed by mist Eating the forsaken
This is my requiem. All that was left me is found when I can't hear them. Sing my last anthem. Catching up with all my old conspirators. Crossing the
Stars like white moth cluster at the dark windowpanes of heaven. Yet, a marginal hope for grace sweeps over her grieving eyes. Quiet as birds at night
And our father will try again to reach our bleeding hearts Whithin sub minds are fragments of a never ending war Despite the sorrow and the loss
