Dressed in white In painted smile
Summer breeze
Blow
You
Someone opened up the door
Let in something they have
Never known
Cry for Tomorrow
Cry for the sad
Cry for the grieving
For what
A skeleton made of houses
Something out of the nothingness
Will be
Some people say
That the way
An ever winding journey through the
I'd like to tell you something
If you would take my
The ghosts of my own song have names themselves no
Once
I was strong
Now I see
I was wrong
What I need
All along
I
I am electric heroin
I am your silent scream
I am the
Hearing sirens rush away
Fear inside of me
Tearing down my innocence
Scream
Lies
Only lies
Spoken by runaway eyes
I don't hear what they say
When
Light is glowing
Faintly showing
Burning like candle to light our way
Wind
I am here.
I am waiting.
Now I Fear.
What
Before you know
Tomorrow's a memory gone by
And on the floor
Lies
Blindfolds and cigarettes
Black hoods and camcorders televise homicide
Soldiers
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