pickings are slim. you all washed through me like debris in a stream, you cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed. melting alone, showing off white bone
after dark And every single day her little life falls apart She's out to look so macabre and alone She's close to hook on her dying Just like a gothic
But the walls that caught me Got the right tone, quiet, tender, sinful A little at hill, who down the landfill It is symbol of the age Where the dying art
the work Freein' my mind of the pain I had hours to sit alone in the dark Listenin' to sad songs and comin' apart Lord knows I made cryin' an art We
IS NO GOD WHERE I AM THE SORROW OF PAIN AND REGRET ARE LEFT TO THE DEAD AND DYING CARESSED BY MAGNIFICENT BEASTS I AM THE SNAKE I AM ALONE THEN THERE
to know And when he talks about the winter time He says, "I understand the snow." Andy left his small hometown He went to college and he majored in art
Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey
nascere un giorno e morire sono finito! mi restano solo rancore e amarezza e soltanto da dimenticare che non ho mai capito, che non capiro l'importanza
worth the work Freein' my mind of the pain I had hours to sit alone in the dark Listenin' to sad songs And comin' apart Lord knows I made cryin' an art
wondered, how things might have been? But aint it funny? When loves comes back again Have you mastered, The art of looking strong? When you're dying
seem to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence, but sorrow is rapidly replaced by frustration, envy & despair. dressed in white, a child alone
after dark and every single day her little life falls apart she's out to look so macabre and alone she's close to hook on her dying just like a gothic
leave I think I'll close my eyes now The first sunshine was mine Look for me among the flowers Sleeping with the earth My Dying Bride The pity
. Slow smouldering, Slow rain[ing] heat. Lapping at your skin Pulling you down again. I wish that I could Fan back to life The dying embers Of my long
Please leave I think I'll close my eyes now The first sunshine was mine Look for me among the flowers Sleeping with the earth My Dying Bride The pity
dragons slain A lullaby like song of grave Caressing shadows, demons slave Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art