The Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End Lyrics - Good Apollo I'm Burning Star Iv, Vol. 1 - Coheed And Cambria

Is this what I wish for those and all they know? 

Could depend on how cowardly I should act 

(Is it from hell or does come it from within?) 

If she won't give me the love I came here for 

With pen I am armed here to react 

Hey now, hey now what is it boy? 

All the things that trouble you 

So visit your mirror image 

Of what might have once behaved 

Hey now, hey now what is it boy? 

But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part 

This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt 

The flies that flutter fight tonight 

(Is it from hell or does come it from within?) 

Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same 

The emotion's enough to kill the sane 

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Hey now, hey now what is it boy? 

All the things that trouble you 

So visit your mirror image 

Of what might have once behaved 

Hey now, hey now what is it boy? 

Besides, I only hope you know that I love you. 

Oh I hope. 

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin 

Run little maggot when they learn of what you did 

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin 

Run little maggot when they learn of what you did 

Fe este dia que hora) (x4) 

From start to finish I've made you feel this 

Uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned 

To love through this hate to live with its weight 

A burden discerned in the blood you taste 

Photos 

Why would you deny me answers? 

If I'm just a boy on the break of being 

Horror and hell through its fires 

Be brutally honest, was it better before me? 

In the curve of your body 

How I want, how I want her with me 

The truth of the story 

The Vishual, I wish you all 

The better end of all to come 

The truth be now here one by one 

I am to you extend to none 

The memory that fuels the fire 

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds 

Conscience and cold we'd never know 

They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes 

These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind 

Could this be that hard for me? 

To configure a new love in hate 

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave 

No one is safe 

With the quickness strike out for the less of us doubt 

Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth 

Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale" 

I'm through being full 

Of all the might you want killed 

The fiction will see the real 

The answer will question still 

In your body to blood as your parents once went 

You will follow their lead one by one, every step 

Could this be that hard for me? 

To configure a new love in hate 

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave 

I will not save... 

Your world 

Your world in the end and you. 

Your world 

Your world