the people weepat the one with the gunpeople believe in the one with the gunthe bulletproof violins serenade me mumbling the notes in my mouthscattere..
see your eyes enter what you call sleepopen my heart to lead my feetthis reality made of what you keep shut your mouth and begin to speak. "beads of s..
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;And by her fair immortal hand she swearsFrom his soft bosom never to removeTill he take truce with her con..
the sound the night screams to rememberto look out beyond what i seeto inhale the smoke of my fearsand realize that I can breatheI was torn down in my..
deception of differencethe game we playpermissioncan you end or staydifference in scarsand a motion to stay no I can seethis game you playwhat do you ..