[At the Gates cover] To rid the earth of the filth To rid the earth of the lies To will the rise above Tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold
looking, and when you finally trusted me enough to reveal them I slowly ripped them off. What have I done? Who now will carry me to heaven when this
I use the rags of betrayal and the fuel of desperation to light a fire. This temper is lost upon me, though it is sure to find you momentarily. I cannot
You've wasted me Nothing loves, nothing dreams. Nothing bleeds inside of you You've washed me away Isn't it nice how it's all so clean when it was once
I've been so afraid, my love, I must confess so afraid I've given in to this sickness of invisibility I exist now only in a memory I fear the simplest
to the shores of sanity I will not drift away to the sea of oblivion It cannot be told by words or held in an embrace It can only be felt in this infants
the things you love when they are dead you've cut too deep let the dead lie asleep refuse to grasp the hand that breaks the ground from this shallow
s bright futures inoculating them for fictitious diseases while we ignore dismal today's gray city slums this girl wears red to stand out from the smog of her city
always be lovely in your light. I watch memories in my head like a movie on a dirty screen, and your lips seem so far away. Only your warmth can thaw this
chest that no only splinters of bone reside there. My shoulders can no longer bear the weight of a heart on a sleeve You have to sacrifice lives to become a hero
the street economoic malfuction, consume corruption somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light
