Are you planning your escape? Are you crumbling for the evening When I'm asleep and you're awake? I swear to god I'd take it to the grave But are you
One man with the Warped heart With the fake legs and the False starts I'll put a curse on you Restrict the lines on my hands I'll put the hex on you,
Did sweet daddy die Square on your birthday? Some macabrish attempts To see you'd rue the day Or appear in the end And be happy he made it back To be
I'll come back from the war but everything I touch seems to break And I won't be the same man I won't be the same man you knew And I was somewhat tickled
Heads up now they're coming for you Slip to the basement, my how you've grown! Are you ready and willing? Are you are youa?¦ Cain and able? I'm 26 and
(This is a little song A little song about trust) Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you And don't expect me to quote myself in quips Not for
that turned us inside out Repeat after me Just scream and shout It was the best of times From broken homes and battle scars To where we are Graduate Paper chase
I did a terrible thing when I monkey-wrenched your circuitry. And when they finally got to me, I had built a monster worse than me, and far worse than
(Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway) Spider: I want your head. I want your wicked parts. I want to wring out your evil thoughts.
Anything Can Happen Anything Can Go Wrong Note To Self, Wait And See, Enough to Stop a Way To See Anythign Can Happen Anything Can Go Wrong Anything
How could you Let it in your house And let it in your bed? To where the wallet lay Another shiv instead So how do you taste When you kiss it on the face
Dear diary, as you can see the pen's drinking And it's an ornery little thing And it's dreadful, dreadful, dreadful Dear diary, my sweet body will turn
I've tried everything Perspercacity It's true I'm in my prime I'm in my prime I'm in my prime But you know well as me Stuck here on our knees I can feel
I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't
Shame, shame on you And your sweet head on the pillow Take the pills dear let your hair grow Take a knee, believe you me With ankles to the earlobes Bite
You were the last one to be saved. So, don't be the last one to the parlor that Sunday. 'Cause now I, I like to think you are ashamed. But I like to think
hey, god you'll know Im closing in when the mountains fell when the steeples...they bend (you want to know how they'll bend?) five times: the width, the
Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned This nefarious prank that's controlled by the length of his arms And the kindred