What can dwell deeper
what could out burn fever
In your mind and in your time
Of hatefulness and savage crime
What could make all other things
In your ears fade midst much louder screams
What could choke silence like a glove
Rounded the neck and squeezed with love
Till nothing else could possibly utter
All the horror, all the horror
What is the greatest of all the evils
What makes jokes of all the steeples
What is it that rots us to the core
Where we become so ugly our own selves we adore
Loneliness in it's bitterest state
Could chase away all my hate
And leave me wishing i could love
If only to chase way this glove
That grips the breathe of me like a weed
Rips to pieces every bit of me
I want to hope I want to pray
The pain too much want it gone away
But misery loves company and the only company is me
Suffering in empty corridors and in shadows to flee
Cause I just couldn't bare an ever tightened grasp
Around my neck when i dared to rid myself the mask. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.