TortureThe gentlest torture The slightest touch upon my skin As fire burns in place of ice and my thoughts no longer command my soul I’m thinking too much about the consequences The action loses its appeal Nothing seems real And I want nothing moreTorture
Than to lay forever in your arms To cry To fly To die As long as you’re the one to comfort me
A well kept composure A lie that you whisper is not a sin It seeps into you like ink made of blood that you stole I broke down all defenses The barriers were never there Just air And the o
The King is DeadGentle till we hit the ground, Cracking bones, the only sound. Never knowing what's ahead, Bow your heads, the King is Dead.The King is Dead
Move forwards, never back, Never keeping on the track. All the people drenched in red, Silence now, the King is Dead.
Moving to the slowing beat, Tender as the freshest meat. You can't take back what you said, Evermore, the King is Dead.
Falling forward, hit the dirt, We don't care how much it hurt. Bottle up the tears you shed, It will not change, the king is Dead.
Hear the music down the aisle, &
Jay Bird
Relief
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I am me...and that is all I will ever be!
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I am a sea monster.
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yours unconventionally,
immah
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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo
In Heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Lies.
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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo
In Heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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