[Music and Lyrics by James Malone] In denial of the thoughts that our feelings dissolve. Your words were always chosen wisely, disguising all intent.
I am the one, the fallen bastard son I'll step inside you, I feel your lips And seize your flesh To penetrate the wound And your screams shall be dreams
[Written by Alice Cooper and Kane Roberts] I saw you wedding gown The prettiest dress I came into the room that night And made such a mess In my own
All hail, the phrase of tainted prose The etchings that cover the rose Well, thought of you, must surely be denied For impure are the arts that are painted
Sensations Curse me and my ways Force Feed me blind on empty days Today My faith was lost again A grave was dug To mourn its loss And in this grave
[Music and Lyrics by James Malone] To celebrate the guilt (the lies of whispering shadows) And tattoo their words upon your ever-scarring flesh. (Beaten
Engulfed within somnolence Submerged within chimera In isolation I wander To the place of my sepulcher The beauty of oblivion Obstructing my path Elegant
I'm so sorry to hear of your bitter loss I know my words can only offer but so much comfort for you Just know that I am here to ease your lonely feelings
Seven whispers silent on scathing winds The seven whistlers tune Seven cries, blinded eyes bade the choke on the night Beneath the stare of a cold and
As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds And its lights embraced by a single howl This graveyard dream was brought to life With the breath of jealous
And it came again, like tears for a long lost friend Tears that find their rest Amidst words too sordid to comprehend And it came bearing gifts Of pain
Stained by the wine A celebration guilt in ordinary time Profaneness enshrine The abode of the blessed Abode of the blessed And we shall be the bearers
Why do I look to you? To redeem and fulfill To starve and deprive The whole of my will And yet I look to you One way to bring it down Listen, for these
As the reasons came and went And swept across The face of my innocence I was lost To know your face, and your true shade To feel your lips, and to be
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