Sometimes it hurts me ti think about why I still show my face around this place where all I see are things that I disapprove of. But i can see some comfort
Sometimes it hurts me ti think about why I still show my face around this place where all I see are things that I disapprove of. But i can see some
in raiments As pure as coal Taking their payments In tortured mortal souls A bold direction The abyss edge But on cold reflection One they warmed to nonetheless
captive as I did ere now Stalling to pass my fingers through the last Of midnight tendrils, or peruse thy brow In fear of sending off what heaven cast Too
That keep you back down in the lower world Your mirrors of understanding they need cleansing Polish away the dust of desire Before pure light will reflect
reflection contains nothing but vacant eyes Those vacant eyes tell the stories, tell the stories You forsake all loyalties for lies You?re too late to
on we keep praising on 2nd verse: them all express pure uglyness by their possessions them get possessed them manifest pure emptiness what their speech and deeds reflect
riding on we keep praising on 2nd verse: them all express pure uglyness by their possessions them get possessed them manifest pure emptiness what their speech and deeds reflect
it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too
scrutiny. Reflect on what you say. Connected indirectly, Perfect in every way. Aware of every movement. Commit to memory. Not easy to ignore but Too easy
star reflections scalping a diamond destiny Dynasty of the slanted crushed black velvet and safire Psycho circuits of carnage that's unbelievably evil Blood trickling temper of pure
Won't you stop, take a breath Find a moment to reflect On the pure and simple choices That we fail to see From the worst to the best From the East Coast
still Lie still Rage engulfs my very being A holy fire burns in your mind God is perceived as a thing that's so vile End lives of pure men, and their
that the scars were too many To count and let go because hate is part of you So what happened to the innocent face you once knew? Now it's just a reflection
And a striving for a pure dedication I Find myself looking for the exit sign See your pretty face in the sunshine In the morning after staying up
of the time humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehood were either too close to our image to stay objective in our perception, or too
re pure intangible love You asked what I found in you I burn inside myself While the tempest returns It's been years I would say The night has lived too
