so soft and sweet, my reality is blurred when there is noone else but you. Every word you say is a beautiful brand new song. This needle pierces my skin
lies behind every page how many times will I weep this song? how many lies will I hide behind? parting with such dementia my sweet bathsheba... forgotten
pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's
death With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice Drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence Wading
take control and blur all the lines All bow down - he plan is complete He'll wear the crown and taste of the sweet Our wondrous dawning is nigh Now
his spunk Because I have the right to riff, and in spite Of a few protests, progress and I might smite you Once you come, your fronts, they got no future Blunts blur