Plastic fantastic Do something drastic If you love yourself It is not much help If you don't look gorgeous, tragically Go pursue, every sexy vision
Perfection to me When weekdays are gray The week is an open door I wait it away And then I'm in town There's nothing that I can do I can't run away There
Do your drugs and fill your mugs With love pose like dolls With empty sculls You just think Cavalli, baby Ride the horse and walk the course With pride
Weird how you go into my mind And then you get around Get around, break me down to the ground In my mind On my face Naked on the ground Because you hurt
Don't make me fall from grace I know that I could with you Yeah, if nobody else was here I know I would lose myself 'Cause if I fall from grace I wouldn
Breathe in deep Smell these halls of hate Carve your name into these walls before it is too late Cold and twisted They resisted What was I to do All
we had no warning, now it's too late the earth is trembling, is this our fate how long will it take? before all is lost lost, there's no mistake shall
Long days have been thereafter Inching forward closer into the fires Of self-indulgence of an empire wasted Outside it's falling from it's grace
It rains and pours in two's Wonder if I'll come home No strength left to battle you Run to the open arms of anyone, anyone I'm watching your fall from
I am stone and I am blade A sharp eternal instant A darker heart a distant moan Pleasures deep and spectral instinct Look me in the eye Speak it to my
crack the cover of any book, and begin to pathfind though-out, the life, of the story ... and you will find, that its ... written by an author of life
I don't believe in miracles But they're around me all the time I don't believe in anything That I can't see or touch but I know that you were mine
Lost inside this angeltown Lost like I could not be found No connections of the heart Love was glass that broke apart Gimme faith in dreams And someone
Do you remember when... We fell from grace and were cast out of Heaven? Our paradise denied God-forsaken for the sin of pride The chosen few, the tribes
At the end of your rope Hanging by a thread He'd give anything for this to just go away This grip is only so strong I try to hold on tightly But it's
breathe in deep smell these halls of hate carve your name into these walls before it is too late cold and twisted they resisted what was I to do
Hot wind burns me Burning as I fall Cast away Speechless in the holy way I survive The scourge and banishing To scorching land I am lord, I take command
I am stone and I am blade A sharp eternal instant A darker heart a distant moan Pleasures' deep and spectral instinct Look me in the eye Speak it to