What happens when we just stop caring what happens when we start to feel the same the big surprise you've joined the masses you look around there's no
to face the storm Just a sign of life to bring us home We burn to face the storm We lose everything and everyone Farther... Slower... We burn to face
a quoi tout cela sert, Les meetings, les manifs qui finissent en mini-guerres. Puis je me dit que cela en vaut la peine Quand des images me reviennent
ornery jig had cut it at the knuckle bone see that ox trade mark burned into every stick of furniture from horn to tail four decades a spitting image
: Alone I face the sun The burning has begun I live to find a way A never ending faith My heart is on display And I long to find a place For light to
take their next step they know their borders In this $19.98 plus shipping and handling type nether- world every time merchandise dips in out coffers we buy the image
I choose to face my day With my eyes open Burn! and I have to feed my life Transformed into food for the days My mindcapture images and sounds I close
They are protectors of terror They're in the business of illusion An empire built on pain The Almighty's inquisition They're a fire burning out of controll
apart this thing that burn atraction i should have known from the start over powered by hazel eyes my mind pasts for minutes picturing love there wasn't nothing that could block the image
can feel the toxications racing in my head TODAY!! today her blood sheds you turned psycho changing her white clothes to red. BECAME!!! that image she
stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning
my actions, controls my thoughts As I scrape away at my skin I fill my tub, with alcohol I plunge into the burning pool The pain intense, my whole body
image can never be lost never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images
altered Blindsighted Thrive on the illusion and the image of a life to be Unmount the shielding facade Cast to death the disciples fevered rage to burn
engraved in me thou art? Nourished by the soul my flame shall serve to torch the earth Denial serves me That fire cannot burn with flames of no origin
chains of scorn Oh I wonder how can I turn the sense of doubt in the minds of them all Our needs are depending in images in life and the more you agree
and lies Trails of omission swept away Never be found again Release of agony So Hebulous, yet ominous is the Terminus Flames of Hatred burn me Firesoul
You act like a king but you ain't got a thing In your mind And now there's nobody home My belly is aching Your image is blown Your lights are burning
