I have made life and experience from the imaginations of
Stand behind me
and above me
with voices plaguing
my deepest thoughts
And th
If you're very very quiet
And do not make a sound
I'll
I don't understand why this is happening
Despite all of it
falling together in the cold grass holding hands
on the hill
The doubt that madness breeds
feeds this eternity
perhaps the promises were
striking back for the last
heart attack
first you tip the scale
then
I've seen the terrible hand of struggle
and felt the pain
My body's made of fire
Black and deep and cold
Burning for
down on the other side of things
the triggers fast and
So I am lost
And I am found
With contradictions I can't
Reaching out in dead of night
Emptiness by candlelight
Memory, a
If your love is marred by anger
perhaps it wears a