: There's too many struggles There's too many fears I've hardened my blood now For so many years! Uh! I am the graves of the 80s I am the risen dead
your misery, I'm gonna be your HELL I will be your misery, and I wish you well, in HELL I'm digging graves, seven deadly tombs I'm digging graves, below
play again, if only You'll try You know "THEY" would show the way From the other side Rise from Your grave little Sister Rise...Rise...Rise My friends...Rise Spirits rising from their grave
I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves Oh ...
, they can dig two graves Surely the good Lord won't ask me to be that strong 'Cause it kills me just to think about you being gone They can dig two graves
graves All hearts are open graves Never be ashamed my love All hearts are open graves Never be ashamed my love All hearts are open graves And no one
(music: Tenkula & SENTENCED, pathos: TJ) "Hell I can't deny it... I fell to the illusion of life! now, she's taken away everything that I called I!"
lay me down here, I've already dug my grave I'm ready... I'm not living anyway I die in silence-I'm killing to tell the truth you destroy to meet your
Pack your rations, pack a watch Change of clothes and a face cloth Meet me where your mother lies We'll dig graves on both her sides And lay ourselves
bomb bikini Soldiers marching through the waves Towards another beached messiah While pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves Pretty girls make graves
What do you do when your angels Have all flown away? There's an ache through my body That won't go away There's a picture that we took last fall See
Hello, I'm neurotic Creating problems that don't exist Don't believe me when I say it's alright Let's go to my apartment We'll pull the sheets up over
Crowds of people, bodies brushing Mouths are moving, all white noise Glasses clinking, people screaming High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe They story
See the strange boy talking to his shadow He's got a secret to tell His imaginary friend knows everything Don't let him go out He says they won't believe
There's a kid with the golden arm He admits to the forest fire That started up from a lack of somethin' better going on This kid with the golden arm
what do you do when your angels have all flown away? there's an ache through my body that just won't go away here's a picture that we took last fall
It's on, and the ghosts in the radio Are signing along and they go no stars out Just the city light well nothing feels as good as the night Can you heard
All along, you wanted to see me fail I'd never suspect you In the middle of the circle hiding your cover Does this city have enough air for both of us
