black book and an heavy crown supported without a proof of honesty The grass still grow over a worthless garden where it's never pouring water Photosentesis of sickness Roses can't grow
stay Already said this before, It's not kind to leave you hanging When my desire spreads the words Our romance should be ending and we're walking down
river whispering again a sweet lullaby Please crack the matches, watch me consume I learn how to fly, the sun didn't pass by If the frame falls down
words even if it hurts Remember that tears taste sweet Which plaid are you gonna use to cover up your bleeding bruise The Excess of trust?, The dying corpses? And