Artenax
Üye
Just how many times one gets executed in my heart
Drowned in a spasm of speculative dreams
I'm not hectic, little calm, face pale, maybe pathetic had a new start...
Always had an obsession with death silently
Now let it out all by screams
Do you believe in demons?
I believe it lighted all my candles
Paranoia grows like wines in dead crows
Welcomed by Don Ritchie
Brain dead, ropes cheap, feeling itchy.
Nobody can save me
Feel or embrace me
The heart is beautiful, the brain's where the beast lives
Just how many times one gets executed in my heart
Drowned in a spasm of speculative dreams
I'm not hectic, little calm, face pale, maybe pathethic
Always had an obsession with death silently and its my time to scream.
Drowned in a spasm of speculative dreams
I'm not hectic, little calm, face pale, maybe pathetic had a new start...
Always had an obsession with death silently
Now let it out all by screams
Do you believe in demons?
I believe it lighted all my candles
Paranoia grows like wines in dead crows
Welcomed by Don Ritchie
Brain dead, ropes cheap, feeling itchy.
Nobody can save me
Feel or embrace me
The heart is beautiful, the brain's where the beast lives
Just how many times one gets executed in my heart
Drowned in a spasm of speculative dreams
I'm not hectic, little calm, face pale, maybe pathethic
Always had an obsession with death silently and its my time to scream.
