The Pale Horse, by Loneliness is condescending
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Softly singing in the shadows this lullaby of death
Waking fear in the ones who hallow themselves
Exercising the human right to take it all and blame the
rest
Entertaining your sadistic smile, it's a bloody riot
Talking to the dead cold eyes telling her your secrets
Laughing to your self about this cruel joke you called
life
Your falling of the edge and its a long way to the bottom
Kiss off I'm done with this game of Indecision
Ivory towered halls line the path of redemption
Legendary hope and love drive forward
Lynx-eyed demons hold me back
Inhering to my lack of will forgetting to move on
Necromantic tales of dreams come true
Grasping on to lies that spill from your mouth
Maintaining this life built upon glass tables
Yearning for the freedom to spread my wings and take a
breath
Smashed up broke down torn out burn down held back
Eluding the pain I Fell inside
Looking past the scars, searching for hope
Finally I close my eyes taken by quietus
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Posted: 2005-02-24 06:17:04 UTC |
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2006-10-06 05:58:01 | lost the lonely dead |
if i could tell you of all the tales of times when i felt....ok its just good what more is there to say... |