I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati. When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify. A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace.
We float among the dismal parade of night bewildered. Between spleen and ideal, tremendous chasms that lie in here. Apollonian harmony, Dionysian demonic grasp.
Leave me now, I will rest forever. Below this frozen earth. All that's left are memories. . Loose your hand from mine, so pale and cold. Turn away, spare yourself from sorrow.
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep.. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream.. The woods and the hills-faces so dear to me..
I remember black mascara painting your face. I remember dark sunglasses when clouds were grey. Remember silence. Remember tears. Remember still. I remember black cars pulling up to take you away.
Simple but so cruel. Like caging an eagle. The lessons still unlearned. And blood ties unspoken. The poison they're preaching. Can't stop your reaching.
Mislead all along from start to end. What creates this riddance of guilt ?. A little here, none over there. What more is said ?. The door is shut from the inside.
The water's deep here. The less of me I show to you. The more I get to get me through. . The stain of my eyes. Burnt deep within. Who will fall?. I asked not to know.