Beyond these eyes, wade nightmares yet to come. My innocence is nothing but a
Veil of equivocation. Only whores wear black, and offer red roses at funerals.
This opiate offered me serenity, when I was on my knees. Once it was so
Beautiful. But like a dying lilac; the beauty soon turns black. I was lonely,
But I'm not alone anymore. My vein rivers of pollution, injected harmony. I no
Longer need such a longing kiss from your parched lips. I can reach the stars
From here. Something I've never been offered before. And your desire wanes when
You have a universe to discover. And pleasures other to be had. I'm slowly dying
Now, a pleasant death. I can see them coming; three birds flying across the
Darkened sky, this! A murder of crows.
[Music written by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus Lyrics by Shane Davison] Beyond these eyes, wade nightmares yet to come. My innocence is nothing but a Veil of equivocation. Only whores wear black, and offer red roses at funerals. This opiate offered me serenity, when I was on my knees. Once it was so Beautiful. But like a dying lilac; the beauty soon turns black. I was lonely, But I'm not alone anymore. My vein rivers of pollution, injected harmony. I no Longer need such a longing kiss from your parched lips. I can reach the stars From here. Something I've never been offered before. And your desire wanes when You have a universe to discover. And pleasures other to be had. I'm slowly dying Now, a pleasant death. I can see them coming; three birds flying across the Darkened sky, this! A murder of crows. Explain Request ×
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