Without an answer,
the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009
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My verdict has come in and it says
i'm guilty for my sins.. this time.
i thought i could escape, but then
i finally felt the wait of my crimes.
This passion its not love,
infatuation never ends up right.
So cross my heart
And hope to die
Before i have the chance to lie
To you, my dear
Whom i wish no harm.
But i know in the end,
This will turn out wrong.
(You) see, I've been known to fall in love,
But sometimes love is just not enough.
Dead hands clutch my arm
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Since you left me, things have never been the same.
Hour by hour, day by day.
Your memory will fade away.
Every sunrise, every sunset
Will help me to forget your name,
Your smile, your eyes
Medusa.
Decapitate her and bring her head to athena
Unlike her sisters, She ain't no deathless God.
This is for everytime you stabbed me in the back
For every notch in your bed post
This is for everytime you stabbed me in the back
For every notch in your bed post