favorite hour Put out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The
, does the knowing Split my being from past days In decision, in departing In the severance of old ways With precision, in my silence I perceive the bitter
your time has come And I know your time has come Oh But there are some things I must consider Like what is the reason that I'm so bitter But you won'
from nervous stress I split your brain While you cry out 'im hurt' And I imply 'its a shame' I'm bitter to the vein Vile, like a bag lady up in a group
War declared-now hear this... Sodomy Curse Fertile semen corrupted to vile seed Obelisk of swollen beauty Desperate ablution Pollution Sodomy Curse Disgrace wept bitter
War declared - now hear this Sodomy curse Fertile semen corrupted to vile seed Obelisk of swollen beauty Desperate ablution Pollution [chorus] Disgrace wept bitter
truth Heinously plundering death's depths like a bumbling violent sleuth Tearing through the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn To get
long forsaken her heart Move to the truth Breath the sunlight burning in her open arms Break the chains that Bind you to a past that feeds this bitter
I want to steal your heart Claim it as mine before the bidding starts I've got green on my face Got jealous green I can taste Bitter-green bile because you're vile
a coat of color Loved by some, feared by others She's immortalized in young men's eyes Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers Violent sons make bitter
Half an inch away Speak before the sweat is even noticed Such a bitter taste I said the words I just can't comprehend Ink the scriptures to my feet The
The strong man he will kneel down Whalst angels strip him of cloak and crown Through bitter lips come vile breath He is the last one to confess There
nervous stress I split your brain, while you cry out "I'm Hurt" And I reply "It's a shame", I'm bitter to the vein Vile, like a bag lady up in a group
Behold the crown of creation Worthy of nothing but scorn Failed abortions that never Should have been born Liars Two-faced, spiteful and vile Your true
revised Same pain through diverse eyes Can't stop the warring factions Hostile from the start Always war always Ending bitter peace Not the last third
While some of us mourn, others fool themselves yet I find myself drifting from honest dedication to vile desecration bitterness from an anonymous voice
Could have carried us farther Mired only by ourselves Horizon glowed in morning Through vile was our resolve A promise to betray A betrayal to remember
fixed firmly ahead We are safe here A black winged angel watching over you And you dream And I pretend Sleep is all I ask Rest from all these bitter