Woorden:
The Dear Hunter Dear Ms Leading

Dear Ms. Leading I hate to tell you that I no longer need your services A bitter fabricating manufacturer of lust You have been presented as It doesn?

first that id ever felt; she breated Her lips hid her tongue from the world; she danced To the doors, endearing, she carried me "What's your name?" conceding "Ms. Leading

Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches Ink in vain across the page now run from morning dew Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes

Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray Sleep, sleep through your woe while your voice slowly withers and melts away Sing

Even if you'd never strayed from me, I'd question your fidelity. There'd always be a shroud of suspicion And my heart's a liability With your hands maroon

Darkness, hesitation I fellinto her arms Breathe in, this is amazing Breathe out, this is amazing She removed her clothes and all of the world shined

Everything you'd live and die for Reasons leading you through here Perished matriarchal bonds Failing innocence of love When the world beckons your approach

The blood... how it paints such a scene foul routine pedigree mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail and finally agree her hearts ceases its rhythm

Salt in the sky in the sweet summer air while mammoths depart Abandon dispair with thirsty affairs of the heart But the chances of escaping my heart