I have, I have some life to kill I can, I can be there for you I have this history to draw upon I know I have it all again to do I have it all again to
I can kiss you when I need to I can crush you when you're mean I can have you in the morning with my dirty magazines You're my constant sticky finger
Thanks for calling Mister Michael But he's not feeling well His back is aching, heart is breaking You've reached a private hell I choose to be alone,
This is the fog It's really not so bad Like a homeland As if I need a home Well I need a home This is the fog It's really not so bad Like a dreamland
This is what I am This is how you come to grips A plastic image, glass and metal Legs and arms, teeth and lips (and me) This is freedom This is what we
There must be something about me That makes you stare There must be something inside me That makes you scared There must be something you see That I can
You are my addiction My pleasure and my pain You're my infection Disease you burn my vein My fate is frozen, it's a destiny you fix You are my addiction
Hey little boy, what you writing in the notebook Ain't you got nothing to do Wait I know, you're gonna be a rock star It couldn't happen to you Huh,
Empty heart that overflows I cry words, emotion, picture shows They document the years And free my flowing tears Flow my tears It's such a waste of endless
The book that I live in is such a masterpiece man It doesn't mean a thing unless I make it, yeah The text is all in code that only I understand It's another
Übersetzung: Pale Divine. Trauer.
record companies Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale
innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine
on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine
And people I've seen Simply pale into view when compared Cross my heart Cross my fingers Hold my breath Space and time Our souls entwine We are touching something Spiritual and divine
fall furthers that you and me Fall! The clockwork of time is no longer divine Shattered glass will guide the way, the path that leads To judgement day Pale
one and only truly holy sculpture So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down A crack and crackle, a thin black sear Upon the surface pale
Beauty divine I hope you'll be mine Open your arms For all time All dressed in white Bringer of light Spend time with me All through the night Beauty divine
