Der Spiegel, In dem ich die Schatten seh'; Das schwarze Licht, welches mein Schlo? verschlie?t Und drau?en, der Teufel und die schwarze Hexe: Singendes
Im just about ready to give up on you (One more fight) And i will be through with you A change that i would not have expected to occur And every time
We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands, you tryna' keep up kid? Let's see who hits the ground We've drank
Drawn to lines which fill the emptiness Searching for a place (The conversations) (Well,) (They start to turn...) To heal the wounds Don't fall asleep
The battle's over My heart moves on I kept my mouth shut While you screamed and cried All the lies, all the lies The battle's over My heart moves on
Heal myself-a feather on my heart Look inside-there never was a start Peel myself-dispose of severed skin All subsides-around me and within There's nothing
this closure were just gonna call this closure lets make love, love, love for the last time (for the last time) and call this closure were just gonna call this closure
It's so hard to explain Like the feeling of the wind when it hits you Expected and possibly connected To everything around you But now it's so hard to
I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn. I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws. I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are dancing in the
Fostering all my millstones. Bearing the fruit of embellishment. I'm seeing their false perception with my true perception, and he's my canary in their
This body is riddled with ailments. The devil's got me in his grip. Genuflect and skin me of this payment. "We share the same affliction, everybody's
My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics
Now the time has come: Take my icy lungs away. Pull the teeth from my skull. Sheer my crown of its hair. The permafrost is near, but you won't let it
Make me vent at the knees. I've got a phantom lung- Better than the other. More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia. It was better left
My earthly womb in your monolith: You've got it sewn, bunching at my hips. [x4] I ventured to your city, to meet you at your throne. I'm stuck inside
Couldn't let you love me, had to put it in the soil. Buried it and gave you to the night. Didn't see it growing, then you wrapped me in its leaves just
Each sporadic time I see you, I get lost in your embrace, your embrace is just a greeting, but I hold you none the less It's all I have, and I'm dying
Couldn't let you love me. Couldn't let you