Death's pointed at your head. Your mind's on the trigger pull it.
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story. Scene of your
rage. Death is not strange. Blood on the walls. You stand alone
satisfied. **I'll wake the silence in you. **I'll shoot the
violence through you. Terrified by the thougt that you are all
alone. Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone. You're losing
your mind, I'm losing control. You're losing your mind, as I bury
your world. **I'll wake the silence in you. **I'll shoot the
violence through you. I can't remeber yet someone always seems to
die. You are the reason why I became the chosen one. I've got the
right. God makes no sense. I've got the right. I feel my back
against the wall. Death's pointed at your head. Your mind's on the
trigger pull it. Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story.
Scene of my rage. Scene of my rage. Death is your name. You're
facing your grave. I taste your tears caress your face. I watch you
lie insane. Dying for love. Praying to die. I want what's inside
you. Dressed in your blood. You wear it well. Dying because I care.
Your eyes are wide but you can't see. Rotting my lust away. I'll
shoot the violence through you. And awake the part that's dead. I
hate the silence in you. I want what's in your head.
echt de moeite waard. jammer dat ze beperkt bereikbaar zijn. wat
wil zeggen dat er toch veel mensen zijn met hun zelfmoordgedachte,
je kan max 1 uur chatten wat soms toch kort kan zijn en dan nog
niet elke dag. maar toch, ga eens kijken.
Solitude My name it means nothingmy fortune is lessMy future is
shrouded in dark wildernessSunshine is far away, clouds linger
onEverything I posessed - Now they are goneOh where can I go to and
what can I do?Nothing can please me only thoughts are of youYou
just laughed when I begged you to stayI've not stopped crying since
you went awayThe world is a lonely place - you're on your ownGuess
I will go home - sit down and moan.Crying and thinking is all that
I doMemories I have remind me of you