: Poison oak some boyhood bravery When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid
: This mess becomes beneath us now, we cannot sweat this poison out, it's in my skin and in my mouth, and when I sing, these lies come out. The hooks
Poison oak, some boyhood bravery When a telephone was tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said, you weren't afraid
Poison oak some boyhood bravery When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid to
This mess becomes beneath us now, we cannot sweat this poison out, it's in my skin and in my mouth, and when I sing, these lies come out. The hooks are
This mess becomes beneath us now, we cannot sweat this poison out, it's in my skin and in my mouth, and when I sing, these lies come out. The hooks
: Where is the inception of digression in a human life? When is the answer just a bright light? Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right
one Whoever brings the night The Dark, created to hide the innocent white, the lust of night Eyes so bright, seductive lies Crimson masquerade where I merely played my part Poison
: Masquarade as he rides through the night Blitzkrieg torture blade shining bright In his eyes dreams of pain As he kills the lovely shame Messengers
knew and now, the best, the primus Number Nine of eleven little littermates, feeling almighty, is after my throne. 0:53 In the bright daylight, little
: You darken OUR world to brighten the sky The mud of time and pale drinks won?t paint the clown?s face No father should bury his SON!! The mask in
lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breathe we escape from that place soaked with sweat and the poison
't want anything of herrrrs! For the moon never shines and the stars never rise without bringing me dreams Haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes
