know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that
goes A thought to infect you An idea to perfect you A flesh to restrain you No heart to forgive you The poison well Runs dry Break the path and let
may be true But better said, you only hurt the one who loves you We went through hell Just to get to hell Die of thirst of drink up form the poisoned well
through I must admit I wanted only you Your kisses left me restless when you said we'd never part Your lips are sweet as honey but there's poison in
you know you are I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned But they let us just drink on Oh, they tell us there's here poison in the well
a journey to the poison well This is my life This is my hell Straight took a journey to the poison well I found my hell Inside Tha Poison Well
Gouge out my eyes, pestilence Lack of love binds, propagate The strife you desire Keep me from forced self depiction, aberrate Self assured I am no more
a lifeless / happy ending how could words slit my wrists and doors close present day heart felt moments / killed by a slap to the hand / another wounded memory dies poisonous
Covered from head to toe in lighting It's constantly changing when I'm around Days left before this is over and over and over And done with The sheets
But I adore her, but I adore her This will never happen But I adore her this will never happen Over my dead body of course I think about it Burn my path
I've lived my life without direction Holding on to a gift given long ago Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes The rest of my life, the rest of my
your teeth as truth So hurry up now, boy Start sweeping and gluing Get to work, get to work, get to work You're scared, well sniff the glue you fuck
Overheard your converstaoin Tonight I'm not satisfied Sitting here I realize That I always think I'm right So it's over for all of you So it's over for
Living with a lack of light, things slip, things slip Things I know very much to be real In here I feel at rest, the insides of my eyelids tell me so
Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein Could this sky
Gray chairs cold but here for me thankfully I don't miss your skin or the way that you always have something to say lose myself in you cut it into you
You say I need you But how about the demons in my head? I'm sure you don't miss them I'm sure you don't miss them Cup my ears over And over when you
I've seen horrors Horrors that you have seen But you have no right to call me a murderer You have a right to kill me I have a right to do that But you
