Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches Ink in vain across the page now run from morning dew Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes
dollar in exchange for failing hearts So loudly say "Oh how I truly know the frame of mind, soothing softly curbside Comfortably abrupt on a stone and ticket All
Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray Sleep, sleep through your woe while your voice slowly withers and melts away Sing
swine Stunned by the sight and fearing whats behind "Hey there" he pleasently began "Good day" he telescoped his hand "Is there a service I can possibly propose?" "Ms leading
feel so good? Hope it felt so good. Don't know what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me. He's so much better. They're all much better. Take off
Faster, save me. Harder, I can't... (Breathe in, breathe out) Let them all fold, let them all fold (Breathe in, breathe out) Let them all fold, let them all
Breathe in, this is amazing Breathe out, this is amazing She removed her clothes and all of the world shined Now that we're alone all of the world shines
[A moment of silence]
Everything you'd live and die for Reasons leading you through here Perished matriarchal bonds Failing innocence of love When the world beckons your approach
first that id ever felt; she breated Her lips hid her tongue from the world; she danced To the doors, endearing, she carried me "What's your name?" conceding "Ms. Leading
Stick with us, throw your morals out the door You aren't in the land of the river and the lake no more Makeshift schemes, we've got plenty here for you
Dear Ms. Leading I hate to tell you that I no longer need your services A bitter fabricating manufacturer of lust You have been presented as It doesn
The blood... how it paints such a scene foul routine pedigree mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail and finally agree her hearts ceases its rhythm
Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met So
in the sweet summer air while mammoths depart Abandon dispair with thirsty affairs of the heart But the chances of escaping my heart are inadaquate, and when all