Friends forever, forever friend, friends untill the bitter end.. (an old post no one EVER read)
Friends Forever, Forever Friends, Friends untill the bitter end.
Leave me with pennies in my eye's, as I die, because of this, this tainted gift, that which i cannot un-give
With not a lover, for a lover, why not a lover, for i am the begger. Because of a lover, I am the beggar.
Herein, all are responsible for what has become. Herein, I am the result of all that was, apart from yet what is::
Make a prayer and take it back, look upon the wanting soul, and you will find me.
My lips forever sewn shut, from any who dare adore, Even me, detesting myself, what I am, that parody of filth.
Never in the light, or dark shall I find, any love of a truthfull kind, love is a lie, that hangs apon every joyfilled word.
It spills across your toung, and drifts slowly from your touch, I'll let him use me, a little.. not much.
I am filled with snakes, not unlike the poisen you trade for my spit, not unlike the seal, placed on my lips..
Challanged by the beauty of something just so neat, perfect, packageable, tender, and sweet.. and in this package,
There you were, are, always will be.. While i have yet to move, waiting for the storms, and the call of hope's rusty horns
And it's Tired, deathly bells hope, never will i recognize you, when i hear your voice from hell. From this, in love, did for eternity you sell,
your soul to me, you pleged it fast, to have my body in your grasp.. Now we will see, in the end, who in lonley.
Leave me with pennies in my eye's, as I die, because of this, this tainted gift, that which i cannot un-give
With not a lover, for a lover, why not a lover, for i am the begger. Because of a lover, I am the beggar.
Herein, all are responsible for what has become. Herein, I am the result of all that was, apart from yet what is::
Make a prayer and take it back, look upon the wanting soul, and you will find me.
My lips forever sewn shut, from any who dare adore, Even me, detesting myself, what I am, that parody of filth.
Never in the light, or dark shall I find, any love of a truthfull kind, love is a lie, that hangs apon every joyfilled word.
It spills across your toung, and drifts slowly from your touch, I'll let him use me, a little.. not much.
I am filled with snakes, not unlike the poisen you trade for my spit, not unlike the seal, placed on my lips..
Challanged by the beauty of something just so neat, perfect, packageable, tender, and sweet.. and in this package,
There you were, are, always will be.. While i have yet to move, waiting for the storms, and the call of hope's rusty horns
And it's Tired, deathly bells hope, never will i recognize you, when i hear your voice from hell. From this, in love, did for eternity you sell,
your soul to me, you pleged it fast, to have my body in your grasp.. Now we will see, in the end, who in lonley.