You know realizing that I’m so beyond or maybe that I think I am beyond is the problem... I don’t really know, because I’m living it, so relax... I’m going to figure it out... I hope......
She stood motionless Captured and cursed To be the devils mistress Screaming to be free Oh, but you may never be
Sometimes we search for more answers when really it might not even matter the answer is–
There was Something So surreal About Washing
I starred into the black fiery depths of hell the flame was glowing from behind their walls and the smoke rose from above
I was worried about him Whether or not
I watch you Do you see me Following with my eyes Handsome, tall With a vampires grin
Burning the midnight oil needs one gasoline Standing tall waiting for you with my feathers
Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die
I’m all about the kill chase them hard when they’re
We are but yo-yo’s for the taking except what we will Ride the waves without real feeling
You came To save me White light Flowed from inside I felt safe
Sexy machine pumping iron yet knew how to breathe worldly
2 sticks that couldn’t rub without a match my hearts empty
I wait for you With open wounds Will I see you When you get back Yes, call your mum