Tsol lyrics
Tsol lyrics
"Silent Scream lyrics"
Afraid Of Being Wrong lyrics
Don't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afrai
I'm the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bonesDon't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afrai
I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones,
I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
I'm the branches scratching at the moon
I'm the funeral service, the unknown mourner
I'm the demon cowering in the corner
I'm the sexton's spade, the new thrown clay
I'm what's left when
Material Sunset lyrics
When I saw you walking through my door While I wasn't welome anymore I can not believe in what I'm feeling You gave me a dream just what
they walk awayWhen I saw you walking through my door While I wasn't welome anymore I can not believe in what I'm feeling You gave me a dream just what
I'm the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
I'm the walking dead, the fly by night
I'm the last of the fading light
In the unbarred door, the open encasement
I'm the stairs leading down to the basement
The four post bed, the
Diamond Earrings lyrics
I point my finger but it turns right back at me And that's when my eyes they get to blurry And now I wonder why I why I was never satisfi
let down hairI point my finger but it turns right back at me And that's when my eyes they get to blurry And now I wonder why I why I was never satisfi
I'm the cross that you forgot to wear
I'm the highest voltage, the shining slab
The crack of midnight in the doctor's lab
I'm the night before, the morning after
Echoing of the baron's laughter
Echoing of the baron's laughter
I'm Jonathan Harker, I'm Lucy's trance
Elegant count's hypnotic gla
Beware lyrics
Cut the engine when I'm all revved up, pull the rug beneath my feet Pull the trigger when I'm wound up, then you turn your back on me Then you say that
nceCut the engine when I'm all revved up, pull the rug beneath my feet Pull the trigger when I'm wound up, then you turn your back on me Then you say that
I'm the wooden mallet, the sharpened stake
I'm the precautions you forgot to take
I'm the mummy's curse, the passing bell
I'm the fortune they wouldn't tell
I'm pyromania, Transylvania
I'm out of breath, I'm worse than death
I'm the late night air, exhilarating
I'm with you in the darkness, waiting