Godspeed. The waves have not slowed. The storm has not ceased. If we make it out tonight, we make it out alive. We make it out tonight. Salt thickens
Would you believe the prophet who comes in the name of change? Hell-bent and deranged, your logic is estranged. The Burning Legion threatens peace.
your nuances in endless succession. "I love you. It's murder". It's me. When will I fall under the spell of the lords of slumber? On "Tormentors",
There's a world I live by night, a place where I have gone. Through voice, we rejoice and paint the grounds with song. The land sits higher, the moon
I've crossed the divide, stepped out of safety. The world spins faster now. I time my every word. Loathing finally takes it's toll. What if all the things
He's got no time for conversation, no long terms dreams. He's white and he's angry from a wealthy family tree. Polishes the twenty-twos on his SUV
(She was) peace in the madness like the eye of a storm. Overwhelmed by attraction, if not for this, what for? Surrounded by desire, this is all I'll
Think lustful thoughts and then retreat. Cold leather kisses your back. I'm not important and you get bored of crying fast when dwelling on the past
re intent on living free. Whatever happened to love and kindness? Whatever happened to charity? There's still time for forgiveness when you're intent on
Throw out the old rulebook, rulebook. Throw it out. Bring back the old playbook, black book. Use it now. Tonight is your night, so answer the call
Such a morbid entrance. I take this as a sign. We would see a portrait of love when our eyes collide. When you're between redemption and suicide, hate
