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IN THE WHITE
Are you in or are you out
Words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby don't you cry
Truth comes down
Strikes me in the eye
Turning season within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white
To overcome this
I become one with
Quiet cold of late november
If you don't see
I'll remain unseen
Until there's time to be remembered
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not far from a try
This is not our last goodbye
Are you in or are you out
Words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby don't you cry
So I found you
Found a way all through
Quiet cold of inner darkness
And now that you're here
It becomes so clear
I have waited for you always
Ever And A Day
Lie in the comfort of sweet calamity
With nothing left to lose.
Lie in the darkness, I'm slowly drowned to sleep
With nothing left to lose.
Three tears i've saved for you.
I retraced the steps that lead me here but nothing less,
behind me.
So I lie in this field bathed in the light that loves me,
With nothing left to lose.
Three tears i've saved for you.
Will you be my, be my beloved?
Will you help, help me to get through?
Will you be my, be my destruction?
Will you help, help me to be through?
Will you be my, be my beloved?
Will you help, help me to get through?
Will you be my, be my destruction?
Will you help...
Three tears I've saved for you
DRY
I like to feel this abuse
I'm tucked away
Fucked and used
It's trapped away in my mind
Unseen, alone, undefined
This desiccation implied
My fucking mouth so fucking dry
We have a struggle of wills
All for black swollen pills
The semiconcious thin lines
My fucking truth so fucking blind
I like to feel this abuse
I'd like to give some to you
I'll steal the tears that you cry
My fucking eyes so fucking dry
The Last Kiss
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every peice.
You'll love the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly?
The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming.
Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like what I'm becoming?
Cut myself today. It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop
the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.