wheels for wings. Cranes loom like gallows overhead, and the setting sun paints the sky blood red. But outside it's exactly how I want it to be. We'
the deer to a dying hind; Wordless - yet in soul so true Nameless - yet it lives in you Shapeless - like the purity of pain Lawful - when all fear is
Dominating, Invisible Black-out, loss of control Overwhelming, Unquenchable I'm powerless, have to let go I can't escape it It leaves me frail and worn
It's a new beginning, this is serious business Got my heart and soul in it It's the way that I'm living Let it be known that I'm devoted, it's always
the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball Irony, irony is hating love, hating love For what it does to me, what it?s done to me What it?s done, done
crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball. Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love What it does to me, What it's done to me. What it's done
The pain starts the moment I call for the one I want to rip it off, yet it won't come apart I have fought feeling it's bleeding song I want to give up
, I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned Pennies
bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather
) (This is, is all a war, as it is, so shall it be) (If being is what it's about, I is) (If being is what it's about, I is) (What goes up, has to come
't know how to make it understood That a lot of black movies have been tampered by Hollywood So it's important, take the name and date and step Research it
sensational, it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the milky way to your hershey's kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it The bedroom, we lose calories in it
killing you, is it the demon inside? My God, you're turning blue, a suffocating lie You're all I've got, you're all I've got And to wake up, she fucks the pain
(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos won
, the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for
going to live it, going to bend her to the limit. Chorous: It's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / Even though it's a little dirty, it
wings free you CHORUS BRIDGE Do you follow your dreams Do you follow your bliss Do you hold out your heart for the ultimate kiss If you live your life in black
letter You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday morning Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning Flows be bangin' in the paint