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the eyeliners Scars remain in the mysterious space Engraving the sun won't shine them on I'll let the feels live on Hmm Ooo Oh Hm Ooo Oh Hm Ooo Oh Engraving
in somebody's hell And I've seen it in a painting And I've seen it in engraving And I've seen it in their faces Clear as children's chalk lines
Our work is done Engraving the shiny, black floor Finally they found the core Engraving the shiny, black floor Behind the closing door The cloak of cold
sometimes! Watering our words With a bottle of beer Static displacement grooves Like a bee! No direction! Even in the engravings of Babylon! No directions!
in a painting and I've seen it in engraving and I've seen it in their faces clear as children's chalk lines on the paving Towers of London
hearts in rhythm The sky engraving our names Waterfalls in the moonlight Misty eyes and soft whispers The waters flow Your words fill my soul Through your
on me (Engravings) Blood is spitting on me (Killing) Blood is spitting on me (Cravings) Blood is spitting on me (Skin) Blood is spitting on me
Across the ages Touching the eyes Symphony of stars Swirling the sky Across the pages A sketch artist writes Images striking Engraving time A vision
engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
die Everything is frail tell me why, tell me why Let those who feel get to speak There are too many voices engraving my mind And it feels like I'm
It's twilight and I wake up hot My body's soaked in a cold, cold sweat I reenact the lurid scenes And clawed engravings in my head Oh, I
.44 or a .45 Be nice to have some fancy engravings on the side Engravings on the side Some fancy engravings on the side A .44 or a .45 Be nice to have
built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell And I've seen it in a painting And I've seen it in engraving And I've seen it in their faces
built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell And I've seen it in a painting And I've seen it in engraving And I've seen it in their faces
holding on Pretending beginnings were ends Like we was running out of time Stoned engraving Glyptic in Chapstick Choking on the asphalt and plastic Feel
It has begun The final act to an audience of one By each breath cut short Feel the presence shatter your very core Meet its touch Engraving your
Can he recall what we've done Despite our inner fears All the sins we have concealed And the forbidden cries This man engraving his thoughts
Gyrating about a little shop A gaze climbs up to the crest of the rocks While playing by the pond Lichen thrive inside of my head Engraving the names of all
to swallow While I feel the nails On my back Engraving her name To forever stand The sword will stand Blood flows Through the veins Of her demand
And I can't sleep anymore, I skim my fingers over the engravings That were made so long ago
I am born waste In the hull of crows In cradle of ignorance Malignant wings piercing my skin Engraving the sacred crest Sealing the entity
The gentle tap and stir within the wall Engraving dried riverbeds within the skull Scraping all certainty away with a shiver While alone, the hum
an island of your own Heart racing on the pavement Slow dancing on engravings Feeling' pretty for the weak I just wanna go to sleep, Everybody hates me
But the ending's on the side The engraving's on the side Justifying it with "Simon said To do exactly as you're told Do exactly as you're told" It's
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