Byronic Man

18. října 2006 v 19:09 | Diablo
As lonely as a note to the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I have loathed in knowing that
To a man without a soul
He is nothing but still could not picture

I proved it
improved it
Drove a saw bit
Right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil keeps me wet lips
Pen-felt Fingertips
Waged through me
Far through me
Inhuman monotamy usually pissed
but with words of some hurt worse
I threw a party that extended gods list

exciting new flames and my fame were claimed for me
recited by the almanac of tragdies

They call me bad
Like caliber we manage danger rush to
Know a passing fad
Tell me not to budge
Insessively candled?

Grown wild
This child
All Humans
Defiled
thou stealers and meagers
Lady liberty and the sisters between her
Whatever lies a price with lovers dawn
We've Opened up hell
Its mine bring on your mind

They call me bad
Like caliber we manage danger rush to
To know a passing fad
Tell me not to budge
Common I'm Desprite for a kiss now


Grown colder my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And brought her
Not quite so right
I seem to come out inside her
They're all done
We're all done
Babies breath hold a passionate sigh
But all i haven't sold
I've locked and crowed
If I'm married to the family
I'd still be married to spite


theive greive for fallen maps
I still play vampire aristocrat
unloaded loaded my gun
in hot premiscuous laps
then shootings spawns in a gandala
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
there is nothing like a mouthful of venitan tar
to let you know just who you fucking are!

[Ville]
The patron saint of heartache
you Cant see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
Can't see the world is falling
my world is falling down

[Dani and Ville]
Everafter can you hear my laughter
The patron saint of heartache
They have a class to better bring disaster
The Patron saint of heartache

They call me bad
Like caliber we manage danger rush to
To know a passing fad
twentyhundrend obsesivly candle


They call me bad
Like caliber we manage danger rush to
To know a passing fad
Whatever part I tear him to
You better hope it fucking says so
On my grave
 

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