Inside The Walls Of A Pentagram:
Heres to you, your helpless romantic.
this is a love story about 12 sinners, and a 13th made perfect. but this is how you made me feel your constant, your
pressure, has left me no choice, but to start my...
your constant pressure has left me no choice but to start my christian genocide.
so follow me and be drunk, inside. this is my heart and it feels for you.
I looked up at the stars tonight and asked god why:
Look up star and gaze a far but to you my eyes are red.
The cleansing of my blood filled clothes, i hid my pain and slit my throat, step inside my ring of extacy,
and i will watch you grow.
i dream about the open plain where my saddness isnt lonely.
And there i stand, with my heart around you neck. and on my sleave and apon my hand i wear our sacred band.
Wrtie this down on a tablet of your heart made of silver, a dreams a fairy tale,+9 of a story never mentioned.
stop staring me down, with your increst blue eyes. stuck in my mind, left by the time. i scrape by the time.
Your demons light, Your past was written.
my heart burns for you.
I love you so much youre so perfect now change:
Your probably right, i wrapped my hands around your skinny pale neck. suffocation was smothering you inside
your berlap bad.
bleed bloody hell, bleed bloody hell.
perfection lingers be a vein in your throat, watch you die? what?
Its about time i feel, as i remember, the dead's beneath my skin, as time ticks by, i find out its time to
live my life,i said its time... i'm feeling so, i'm feeling dead.
i wont close my eyes, i wont close leave you there, i wont close my eyes i wont leave you there.
I'll follow you, i'll scream right in your face, slip inside my knife filled gut, drown in my blood.