Saint Nick fell down the chimney right on cue. With a big ole' bag of gifts for me and you. I was cryin' by the Christmas tree with a bottle of Petrone.
Drag a chair across the floor. Scratch your name into the wood above my door. You really gave it your all, but you're finished here. You are finished here.
Just a perfect day. Drink Sangria in the park. And then later. When it gets dark, we go home. . Just a perfect day. Feed animals in the zoo. Then later.
Pass the place where they sleep. Hold my breath, my sister says to me. Grab a button, set an angel free. The notion peaks my curiosity. . She spent her life under the G R E.
A week inside, I think I'm starting to show. I told myself to keep myself in line. Should we get married or just go on killing each other?. I don't think I hate you enough to commit you to me.
I awake to shades of gray. Stumbling silhouette just broke the ashtray. Try to remember why you're in my room. The cocaine never lets you sleep. . It only supplements the drinkin'.
A cool quarter to two. In a messed up room, I'm watching you. Curl in the corner, closer to dream. That I doubt's about me. . Quarter to three, still not asleep.
Breathe in the scent. Of fruitless bloodlust. Sadist. . The innocence bled from loveless malice. Infidelity has brought us full circle. I could dress myself in your skin.
You spend your days and nights online. Your website makes you proud. But if you had a single friend at all they would be laughing out loud. Well, it seems I may have crossed the line.
Police cars are after you. Your parents tell you what to do. If what they say is all so true. I guess there's no home left for you. . Kids will revolt against all authority.
She says that she is going home now. She says that she has seen enough. She packed her bags, she's leaving in the morning. On that 7:30 a.m. Greyhound Bus.
Making new friends and letting. Old ones drift away. Finding a subtle peace in ordinary things. (The future is free). . Today is a new day. Don't let it get away.
Breathing contained in your forsaken pit. Now you're freezing from scaling these walls you create. Whipping the chains on my forsaken back. Spinning your web in this blood-soaked attack.
As the smoke has cleared. The dust lays heavy in the air. I wake up covered in blood and sweat. Can't reminisce what really happened. . So hold me tight as my life runs short.
Because it's all just words. A specter of conjecture. I'll take the silent treatment. When words get in the way. . Oh, politician, magician. You made your point.
Every cloud has a nuclear lining. The dark sky in the East. Those without a shelter, whining. At the face of the beast. . Red sky at night. . Is now no ones delight.
From days of Salem when the craft became alive. The Wicken way has seen the congregation thrive. The moon and Goddess of the earth a solemn face. But soon they sought such power from a darker place.
El odio no me acosa. El dinero no me atrae. Si piedro todo, no me importa. Solo tengo un camino, la libertad. . It seems like I got no voice, can you hear me?.
Decomposed metal skin. Decomposed metal skin. . Do you know that you are dead?. Scream you fuck, who is now your king?. Do you know where you belong?.
Words on lies form these feelings. And I'm still feeling everything. Can't think of what I'd say. Your canary covered eyes. . Still shine through everlasting hives.