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into the arms of love
stalk my haunts
twinkle my nostalgia
favor my good feeling
seeing as the rest are crippled or paralyzed
look over there, here comes another dry spill
it will cancel my happy sessions
and bring the order of demon appearances that can top all horror tales
the last time i fell flat on my face
it is a ritual of some sorts
i will break free 10:32 and sell myself out by 11:12
i am sold out, drained out and numbed from guilt so many times to claim my own nature as past tense
you are my favorite signature of life
tell me the type of which you want to free yourself by and i will do it
find yourself in a rut
find your days twisting and curving into each other
like one long depressing epic disgusting display of life
found the seconds in which it takes to be alive again
arranged my fossil fuels to last for a few more years
but can't say the same about love
my want taunts your haunt
help me save the world
plays music well into my 80s
and sell the process and triumphs of my bleeding heart
you have once again found your way in
you dazzled and danced your liking in my head
i love you when you look like that
count your blessings
found out that it wastes more energy to hate and defend that which has no significance then it takes to just love yourself
which is more of a pleasant afternoon if you ask me
hey now
what is that you wish to live by
are you the kind of sorts
that will fill me with high hopes
to leave the world pecking away
i am tired of believing the world is on self-destruction mood
that the hope has been raped and the wolves are at our feet
and all my worries are facts
and that my words will never have impact
and that my gestures are forsaken
and my laughter is in vain
i am here to shove away those thoughts from you and kiss you if you need me to
and maybe the struggle can take a backseat and we will tumble are way to something better
twinkle my nostalgia
favor my good feeling
seeing as the rest are crippled or paralyzed
look over there, here comes another dry spill
it will cancel my happy sessions
and bring the order of demon appearances that can top all horror tales
the last time i fell flat on my face
it is a ritual of some sorts
i will break free 10:32 and sell myself out by 11:12
i am sold out, drained out and numbed from guilt so many times to claim my own nature as past tense
you are my favorite signature of life
tell me the type of which you want to free yourself by and i will do it
find yourself in a rut
find your days twisting and curving into each other
like one long depressing epic disgusting display of life
found the seconds in which it takes to be alive again
arranged my fossil fuels to last for a few more years
but can't say the same about love
my want taunts your haunt
help me save the world
plays music well into my 80s
and sell the process and triumphs of my bleeding heart
you have once again found your way in
you dazzled and danced your liking in my head
i love you when you look like that
count your blessings
found out that it wastes more energy to hate and defend that which has no significance then it takes to just love yourself
which is more of a pleasant afternoon if you ask me
hey now
what is that you wish to live by
are you the kind of sorts
that will fill me with high hopes
to leave the world pecking away
i am tired of believing the world is on self-destruction mood
that the hope has been raped and the wolves are at our feet
and all my worries are facts
and that my words will never have impact
and that my gestures are forsaken
and my laughter is in vain
i am here to shove away those thoughts from you and kiss you if you need me to
and maybe the struggle can take a backseat and we will tumble are way to something better
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into the arms of love
into the arms of love