And I ain't got the power anymore Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's

Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand. And you saw nothing. False love turned to pure hate. The wind cried a lamentation, before merging with

Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

Sleep my child Out on the road there are fireflies circling Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide Over the hill there are men returning Trying to find some peace of mind Under the fog there are shadows moving Don't be afraid, hold my hand Into the

Like a Chinese drama and conspiracy It’s the death of a nuclear family staring up at you It’s looking like another bad comedy Just as long as it comes in hi-fidelity for me too Gonna ride the world like a merry-go-round Like a Ferris wheel like it’s

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

Searching, for something more Searching, for something right Searching, for a sense of clarity Searching, for a place to die! It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep It's times like these that make it so difficult to be No light

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your