I'm so sorry I know exactly what you mean Tired of being devilish Sick of being wicked Habitual and untrue Another starting over Although it is the
A walk in the park This happens when some thing's up And stays till dark She's writing Cathedral Park But the words are lame like her life And then she
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St. Peter's cathedral, built of granite But ever fearful of the answer When the candle in the tunnel Is flickering and sputters and fading faster It'
(ladies and gentlemen) Ladies and Gentlemen (may i have your attention) May I have your attention (i'd like to introduce to you) I want to introduce to
Oh What a Savior. He gave his life's blood for even me. Once I was traying in since dark valley No hope within could I see But,they searched throught
This ole house once knew my children This ole house once knew my wife This old house was home and comfort As we fought the storms of life This ole house
Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding my stare Yes, they are goading me... as if shame will survive me An old woman's knees
After me, The Deluge
Do you wonder like I do What goes on inside of you In the cathedral of the mind All the worshippers are blind Like a toilet from outside A cathedral from
White rose perfume go with thee on thy way Unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall Lightly, as autumn leaves about they solemn pall Faint incense
She walks under the moon, into the valley of fire Astral Queen is dynamite From this land of madness she possesses the key A pyramid shape controls the
Black robed avenger Rides upon a white horse through my mind In search of love, he finds A spectral planet lost in space and time He dreams of paradise
Alchemist of sorrow I am Midas in reverse, my gold has turned to lead All lovers I've forsaken are dancing with the dead Lust and desire burning in hellfire
Waning autumn, winter blue Tonight we dance in praise of you Oh reaper, scream a silent serenade Of tunes above earths grave Enigma bites our world in
Evilution minds on the production line Imagination drenched within conformist slime Plastic education, microwavable brains Cooking on the stage of heaven
Our pleasures be joyless Doleful experiences We seek not lifes beauty But cherish it's funeral aspects We crave the (mis)fortunes Rich in their non entity
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