I'm tearing out a piece of me.
I'm forcing you to feed on it.
Turn your head and close your eyes.
Your reaction really satisfies me.
All the thoughts and blood return, bringing me to realize what isn't, but, will soon be done will show you what I really am.

Take me... with

I hear the , four hundred miles away.
They only speak of wisdom.
They'll bow there heads today.
Before i fell a vision came to me
Displayed my greatest fear.
Let me dissappear.

Reach out, touch the void.
I could never find a way.
I could never find a way.
Si

Hate, i can hear them calling out.
Blackend skies
I see the faith in their eyes
Submission
Before i do
I'll left complete under the sun

Lick my wounds
They can see my grief

When will all the laws return?
Concerned
Where are the voices that guide?
T

Face to face
with the lone individual who tried to erase me -
excuses came, deals were made,
but I'll never cower down,
bow down, or fall down.

The last one tried it.
The last one failed.

I feel it deep down, like a pit in my gut
where the pride used to hide.,

Close enough to paste the picture on tight
centered on the one thats dripping down.
Holes, once showing bitter, breathing blacklight
sputter out and cease to make a sound.
Shrinkwrap, it seems redeems it's former ignorance
blindly binding where everyelse has failed.
The p

Tossed up into the air, the ashes spread.
Airborn, just like the form they once held.
Whisked off, by the wind,
To never's end is the remains of my last friend.

He would never lie.
He could not step down from his fight.
Humble endeavour.
Now he will fly forever on.<

Freezing Feelings
Lusting memories
Falling outward, bringing to me,
Dying feelings, lusting memories
Falling downward, falling down

Face the eart
Thats good for my head

I feel so

if I, believe
Will I find
Face my ?stine?, fine die
Its the on

(60's baby! 60's!!)

I couldn't hear what they were saying to me to kill me
The sound drowned out by the coming of the dawn.
My lapse repeated.
It's necessary.
There's nothing to say.
The line is drawn, anyway.
The light grows where darkness has died.
I know I'm

All the buzzing in my head seems to come from one
singular source: all the angry bodyparts.
How do they think they're free when they're controlled by me?
I slam the door, and that's when the buzzing starts.
You don't know me. Just hope you never do.
I can't wait for the time

I've shadowed you,
the last three or for years,
wiating for my sacred new son.
I taste the way you think, the way you distress.
I smell the fear you must overcome.
Ceremony of skin, a ritual of wounds.
What delight i will take in your first kill.
I taste the air and k