Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
