nowhere now here nowhere
There might have been a pleasant face on the moon, on the other side where the light don't shine, where it don't have to look at you.
There might have been heavenly hearts that could shine like the brightest stars in the sky, but by the time it hits your eyes, it's already dead and the well's run dry.
One by one the lights are fading, no more candles in the rain, no more carrying torches, please god no more senseless pain, please god tear out this poisoness heart of mine.
Learn how to make a martyr, all the love in the world justifies my hate.
Are you a person with spiritual traits, or a spirit with a human's fate.
Barred from feasting on the long pig's meat, the table's empty but there's plenty of seats.
There's a ghost floating above the whited sepulcher it loved; out of reach, out of touch with
reality, humanity, beyond all the timid two faced morality, beyond the guttersnipe mentality.
there's leftovers from a night of long daggers, and I think they'd make great love letters.
There might have been heavenly hearts that could shine like the brightest stars in the sky, but by the time it hits your eyes, it's already dead and the well's run dry.
One by one the lights are fading, no more candles in the rain, no more carrying torches, please god no more senseless pain, please god tear out this poisoness heart of mine.
Learn how to make a martyr, all the love in the world justifies my hate.
Are you a person with spiritual traits, or a spirit with a human's fate.
Barred from feasting on the long pig's meat, the table's empty but there's plenty of seats.
There's a ghost floating above the whited sepulcher it loved; out of reach, out of touch with
reality, humanity, beyond all the timid two faced morality, beyond the guttersnipe mentality.
there's leftovers from a night of long daggers, and I think they'd make great love letters.