I will offer up my life in spirit and truth Pouring out the oil of love, as my worship to you In surrender I must give my every part Lord, receive this
My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair My descent is the story of everyman I am hatred, darkness and despair Evoked and
we are the fire burning higher and higher fear our wake of devastation hear our hatred elevated we are the fire of offering
If You made me like the grass that is green Growing tall and covering the hills above me And maybe I would pray for sunshine and a little rain To fall
Let 'em hear you in the back. The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd. The wall of sound takes aim and quickly
this room has got a poison, tonight we drink it from the bottle it's the lonely desperation defining who we are this room has got a pain, so drink it
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I shade myself into the backlight of a room, My shadow apes my movements. The needle and the spoon. Now I can't sleep without going numb, so many nightmares
I tried to bleed out, bleed out the sickness With synthetic remorse, Like tempests they assail from the sky. (Haunting me, killing me. Will I remain?) ...
Cold silence grips me The life-giving womb a grave Breathe embryonic poison Takes my breath away Shadows engulf this day in black For one such as I born
Opiate magnet It's thirst and it was pulling We met in the earth while I laid on dry dirt I humbly serve you Queen of the dragon Chasing, raping, killing
Rise. Don't write your epitaph until the body dies. Hate fuels the strength within you, therein your will resides to crush all the ones who've wronged
Thirty will not buy reprieve. Your words are daggers that break like plastic swords. So pick up your torches it s conviction that eludes you. I defend
Submit to the numbness of narcotic sleep It dulls my eyes and dilates under the expanse of grey skies The dark comes to surface In my dreams the world
The walls come crashing inward We bleed from an open wound We feed upon the broken Saturated with fears As were stricken by years Stare idle to lifeless
The sins of the father... A family portrait hung upon the wall (douse the sleeping bodies.) Unaware, yet marked for death. Cold, sadistic mother. Ashes
The relics of my long dead past A black rose in constant bloom No tears for my misfortune This shadow Heart no one intrudes ...And I've lived in my own
These embers turn to flames of yearning I walked behind for too long I can't stop the bleeding These open wounds you left aren't healing How the days