I?m the [Incomprehensible] that reminds you of your blessing And I'm reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there And wilt and rot
Paint the lines on perfect eyes That circle the object Of my sincere affection My undivided attention Lie where you won't see Yourself in that way And
I see your eyes, x-ray my insides You're screaming death to me, waiting for me to die I see your eyes, x-ray my insides The rock star autopsy, you need
Pretty, pretty, she looks so needy She?s calm in the face But she?s never forgetting every other time I?ve been Angry, raging, clenched up hands But I
I'm only patient enough To please the masses for so long My brittle arms cannot hold Up all the walls in this falling tomb I'm only caring enough (Drowning
In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands From empty vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has rise again And all will fall with or without our
Take this breath for me because I cannot bear to do it alone Pray this prayer for me because I have no strength to go on You wont understand me And
These words roll of my tongue like second nature But I?m far from my womb, and you know I?m far from you So when do I come back to you? Was this already
Your tradition, I'm getting so sick of creating Your tradition, this music to please you Your tradition, the way it used to be Your tradition is the very
So after all, you needed more than a death threat fall You needed more, and I let you fall Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw And I remember
The corporate beast has got me And I've fallen in the trap This beast it feeds on me And I'm never coming back You've sucked the truth out of me Abolished
that you're not used to Vices that'll make you think less of me Leave me numb, leave me jaded She's a dream, I just play dead I've been blessed, I've
Let it burn in your eyes, your cover is blown this time and you know But you know this was gonna happen and you could taste the red hands And like the
To me, you were just dead weight A diluted filter blurring the color away From what this used to be Or, or what it could have been But nothing's changed
me out of this hell before I'm sucked in, but you're the beautiful one And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs And your seizure like finger is dead
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved On you, on you, on you, on you I watched them bleed, I watched them
With my back to the wall, you've somehow pinned me up against Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists And I'm somewhere in between a