Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
