won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire
I won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine So in a drought learn to dance And pray the dead will return And dream of smoke without fire
that every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint buying ur shit no more i swear, need the stickey icky green with the bright white glare. "
Fall fires burn 'neath black, twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
As it covers the lie of the land Shine like a star so bright Till we shut out the light, Put out the fire Cut through the smoke and the noise Lately
's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far
moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in it's mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far
empty without yours. Emotions are footprints in the rain, but my heart pounds like a... Chorus: Train wreck, the subway's on fire. I'll do my best to save what I save. Smoke
winter's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the
need my stripes. And I read the lines until I lid my eyes, and I'm losing time without him. And I ignite inside and I flash with fire and I limp from
moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in it’s mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o’er the far
