Will you still love me tomorrow Tonight you're mine, completely You give your soul so so sweetly Tonight the light of love is in your eyes Will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure Or just a moment's pleasure Can I believe the magic of your sighs

Are we alive or just breathing Don't close your eyes, see the images Descend into hysteria Chaos of mankind but who is listening to the voice of hatred Tortured souls lost so so completely lost Weakened in the concept of decline, deception The sky weeps

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely Completely complacent So So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

Loving you could have been, oh so so easy But there is something you don't understand There was another in this well laid plan Through the times when two were one completely completely Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at all? There's a picture

So So high, and then I fell Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell Can't stop the ringing Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell Left behind, ain't nothing left to sell Oh, ain't nothing left to sell The hatred of your blood So So tortured, so so insane

Stoned and drunk completely completely gone My world is here to stay Where I'm rolling, never never knowing Don't want to find, whatevers left Poppin' pills and drinkin' booze Smokin' everyday Walked out of my mind Hide my fears and kill my doubts Whatevers in my

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain You know that I love you And what love endures For I'm so so completely yours Cry to hear folks chatter And I know you cheat Right or wrong, don't matter When you're with me, sweet

Brain cutter Soul killer Ominous nefarious completely completely insane Doctor Butcher and his dungeon of death Unorthodox therapies performed on the brain Prolific practitioner of pain Laying out the tools of his trade Psychosurgery Scalpel, ice-pick and drill

Ah, it's what love looks like, in a world of reproach, Completely absorbed in that too Exciting over fair, always daily forward, always the power to choose In your eyes, what love looks like, it's still the longest thing that I do In your eyes, the

Ashes fly ashes burn The sun is black ain't no return Over and over ain't no need to learn It's all dust on dust It's all you and me Out done completely completely out played Just shovel some more dirt on the grave The choices you make and the choices that are When