Wrong way, lose turn Is this a game that you play with your enemies Mama, I killed her It's in her face that I see and her figure haunts me I want you
Between you and me And how cautious we have become Leaving you hooked and off the floor To think the better you might have known with age With every
So now this is the beginning, dear Have you come to start a fight? Oh, you say you won't, but you know you might Push the living off and say Oh, mother
To your knees, this daily passion You don't feel anything You couldn't raise the knife across him But would you dare ask anyone To take away all the
By this, with the soulful goodnight I wish you this, all the things that you're hiding from Hide me in the hole stored away from nightmares They lived
I'm the keeper of the bees, as you know Just a worthless memory in this house Through the light of day and dark, will you notice me? I'm the keeper of
1st Verse: Theres a light in the shed that should help you find your way, and through this door you deserve a beating through the machine. Little did
Josie's on a vacation far away, come on up and talk it over So many things that I want to say You know I like my girls a little bit older I don't want
And I've paid the price of solitude With which to worry while you're away With our grace to allow my hand to travel In worth here across your face I
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen In the front yard outside where the children play Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
I tell them all the truth for no secret lies this time Once upon a world way before your loss So look out I fear that they follow near And in the courthouse
In the days when children sung In the heart claim shattered son You were right in telling them Where they were beneath the snow Space call God right
die nacht schluckt jedes schwere gewicht und nimmt den tag aus der pflicht der mond steht steil und tut wieder nichts ich schlie? die augen und denk an
This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. black blood dotting our warmth. ending our contentment. this place is a contorted altar
There's a light in this shed that should help you find your way, And throigh this door you deserve a beating through the Machine. And little did you once
What big eyes you have What big lips you have What a nice hat I love you (Ya, ya, ya. Ya, ya, ya. Ya, ya, ya.) What you said I can't hear you (Ya, ya
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[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: Angy, April 2005] [Fabban Latin chorus:] Nihil Morte Certium! Nihil Morte Certium! Defective-arid-perspective Aphonic-apostate