By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Use me to your advantage I’ll play the part, just for you What is it your heart desires? Kneeling by your feet, I’ll beg—j… Snap and crack my back,
The dead have risen from the grave… show the living what they’re missi… The six-foot tomb has become a par… let the living join the dead in ne… As they dance, children a-like ski…
Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…
Once my words have been translated… The beauty found within, the thing… Hail to the one’s that uncover and… I have chosen to bury what I wish… Loving and living for the one’s I…
Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about
What goes on in that mind? Is it me—us—whispered words of yel… Daisies and lilacs, the pretty wat… Do you wish for more? Worry not your little head
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use
As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass
Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…
The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…
Are you so cruel as to leave me ha… Reaching my hand out to the sky, a… Running before I could walk Stumbling, tumbling, falling, falling,
As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…
Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best
With something gone, with somethin… an empty hole with an empty mind— There’s nothing to fill who wants it? With something here, with somethin…
Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…