you used to be blue but the grey has captured you lips once full of life i never told you, enough, that you were my reason my existence and i'll live for the end
should i mark myself your captive should i tie my arm and push syringes push in blades
you're upon the altar velvet splendor the ice outside reflects the candlelight my master i was always yours before i knew it and i'll live for the end
should i mark myself your captive should i tie my arm and push syringes push in blades
i know that i'll somehow accident- ally pour the gasoline-like whisky that i never liked i'd acquire a taste for
to try and reincarnate you through a stranger in my mind alive, alive but i can't be here anymore
i know i'm gonna meet you again someday someday sooner than far away
should i mark myself your captive should i tie my arm and push syringes push in blades