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In The Doorway (Morella) |
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catalog: csr063 |
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time: 7:03 |
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release: 09.17.05 |
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audio: 192k mp3 |
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Love
I'm tired of moving in fast circles
You're so tired of feeling the same pain
I'm trying to mend my broken actions
We're trying to run to a transitional space
The thought remains, it never changes
I don't think we understand ourselves
All the soul searching has not blossomed
Everything is rotting this time around
I feel nothing but shame
I don't know how to change my space
The moon cascades in sullen vapors
I want to change; I want to mend my ways
But biology won't ease up on the elixir
Lost touch with my base, lost touch with my
faith
Fallen in love with all of the wrong things
Soaked up all your pain and am pouring into
you
Gorged on your being and became one with you
Now it's time to breath
Detach my umbilical habits
Release my grip on you
I'll delicately crawl out of your skin;
embracing the things we had once been
Grab the gun end my obsession
That's what I've been missing;
My eternal damnation
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Cerebral Paradox
You asked me what was wrong with such beautiful
concern
You actually made an effort to help heal my
wounds
Then my memories raced back to my awareness
I remembered phrases that I vowed to forget
And your beautiful concerns wilted to decay
My strong faith in you collapsed that day
All my bitter feelings made me so swollen
Now I'm wincing at broken memories
How far you have come, how far back I've stepped
Regressing into familiar insanity
I have let you down in one thousand ways
Broken every single promise in just one day
Will I ever mend?
Must I pretend
to be happy and comfortable for the rest of
my life?
My apologies grow empty and weak
They can only go so far to show responsibility
Blood shows my pain in surreal times
Now I want you to save me so I can make you
all my mine
Save me from my self-loathing hell
Your beautiful concerns
became so tainted by my selfish demeanor
My mind grows
more confused as my body and soul become weaker
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Depths of a Harlot
I'm sure that you're proud of the damage
that you've caused
You chose the wrong flesh to imbed your claws
I hope that evil shit does happen to you
What goes around comes back full circle
You're the kind of girl that I hate,
the sole example behind my logic
All you exude is poison and pain
I'm sure you cum to it
For the bomb you threw into my life,
I hope you are never forgiven
I want you to burn alive,
that equals the pain that you've inflicted
I'm not the kind of girl who walks
with a hidden knife in her hand
Seducing her way to self confidence
with her coach Lolita ways
I'm not the kind of girl who walks
with a hidden knife in her hand
Seducing her way to self confidence
with her coach Lolita tricks
Be it wrong or right, I'm entitled to calling
you a Slut
Be it wrong or right, my superego remains bittersweet
Right, it wasn't just in my head
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Fire of Quarrels
Stop making me feel this way
My being has been unraveled
I wish you would just stay away
Sometimes distance can be magical
I always feel so guilty
when my presence collides with yours
Maybe you too feel the same
But you're still sticking me with a different
sword
Accuse me of being hypocritical
I can't always be so fucking perfect
But in your eyes I am always an angel
Don't hold outrageous opinions
After all, I'm only human
Changing of one's mind does not exist
In your realm of reality
Therefore everyone is a fake
For your information, honey, it kills to be
such a dick |
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