this world. A shroud is wrapped and bound, to Gallows led away though innocence is mine. The dog will have his day. All the Love turned to Hate, the
end we find that Death's our only friend Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord? Can God really be so bored? We waste our lives destroying, hating
ll never understand, the meaning in the end, we're standing at the gate, you'll meet the darker fate, your purity and rage, your passion and your hate
in london? what about the crippling desert heat? what about all those times you swore you'd never leave me' 'what about the hospital in L.A.?' 'you took me back after
