raise up the ghosts of the dead- i wont die like them
push pa** the poin of raw emotion- i will breathe
exist with a broken spirit- i will die complete
ignore what the angels say enjoy that special place where the demons speaks to me
i wont pick out the liningof my coffin yet unless i am sure that the color satin is me
better yet go with crushed velvet, that way ill be damn sure to enjoy eternity
my daily life, writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, laid to rest with the pa**ing of time
seems to me that even love can die
and the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid
and to me it clearly appears that weve already one foot in a very shallow grave
i will love with pa**ion
you live like your dead
as each day dies, are we living on to the next or on in the twilight