joker1648
12/13/06, 07:02 PM
everyday i think,
about The Ghost of You.
How i Can't Take It,
you not being there.
im in a Dark Light,
as this Land Of Confusion is all see.
in the Night Side Of Eden,
i call you mine,
but i just Wanna Hold Your Hand.
the Clocks tick down,
to when i can see you.
Scream Thy Last Scream,
as im Eyeless to see it,
im Paranoid,
always wondering.
i need to Walk away,
and take all the Pink Killer i can find.
it's Hard To Say,
that Yesterdays Feelings
are not but In Shadows And Dust.
The feeelings you had,
must be Missing In Action,
because this Eulogy For an Angel,
it doesn't seem like enough.
everything you've done so far have been Bricks,
building around me.
we've been Scattered,
not know How It's Gonna Be.
the Serenity i once felt,
Gone.
Remorse Is For the dead,
so don't say sorry.
just Break On Through the barrier,
and come Sail Away,
on the Seven Seas.
we're Ready to Fall,
Dazed and Confused with all we've done,
throughout the years,
and no Sister Christian can Save Me now.
I'm just a Stupid Motherfucker,
so Shut Me Up, and Bring The Pain.
Noting Else Matters,
and im gonna give it all up.
You are my Gaurdian Angel,
but im only Number Five.
the End Of A Heartache,
it won't come.
let's got to Coney Island,
and we'll be the Children Of The Sun.
Tears Don't Fall,
for the one that i lost.
but my Angel will Run Like Hell,
from the Attonement Of The Machine.
The Cradle To Enslave will make it
a Long Day's Night,
and realize That Every Day Is Exactly The Same.
so....In Regard To Myself,
i hope you Take This To Your Grave,
im Returning Empty-Handed,
off the Stairway To Heaven,
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot,
he no longer lives.
There Could Be Nothing After This broken heart.
More Than A Feeling,
keeps you running.
I come to you,
but you keep turning me away.
It's Good To Know That If I ever Need Atention,
All I Need To Do Is Die.
I'm Ready To Love,
but you were to scared.
Superstitious,that's saying it lightly.
You say thet Life's Been Good,
what a crock.
This Doesn't Remind Me,
but it does kill me to know
that is was just to weird.
You Hate the fact that i live in the fast lane,
but ended it All The Same.
Paint It Black,
your so-called "heart of gold",
because i'll ever get a hold of you.
Sweet Dreams,
no longer exist.
about The Ghost of You.
How i Can't Take It,
you not being there.
im in a Dark Light,
as this Land Of Confusion is all see.
in the Night Side Of Eden,
i call you mine,
but i just Wanna Hold Your Hand.
the Clocks tick down,
to when i can see you.
Scream Thy Last Scream,
as im Eyeless to see it,
im Paranoid,
always wondering.
i need to Walk away,
and take all the Pink Killer i can find.
it's Hard To Say,
that Yesterdays Feelings
are not but In Shadows And Dust.
The feeelings you had,
must be Missing In Action,
because this Eulogy For an Angel,
it doesn't seem like enough.
everything you've done so far have been Bricks,
building around me.
we've been Scattered,
not know How It's Gonna Be.
the Serenity i once felt,
Gone.
Remorse Is For the dead,
so don't say sorry.
just Break On Through the barrier,
and come Sail Away,
on the Seven Seas.
we're Ready to Fall,
Dazed and Confused with all we've done,
throughout the years,
and no Sister Christian can Save Me now.
I'm just a Stupid Motherfucker,
so Shut Me Up, and Bring The Pain.
Noting Else Matters,
and im gonna give it all up.
You are my Gaurdian Angel,
but im only Number Five.
the End Of A Heartache,
it won't come.
let's got to Coney Island,
and we'll be the Children Of The Sun.
Tears Don't Fall,
for the one that i lost.
but my Angel will Run Like Hell,
from the Attonement Of The Machine.
The Cradle To Enslave will make it
a Long Day's Night,
and realize That Every Day Is Exactly The Same.
so....In Regard To Myself,
i hope you Take This To Your Grave,
im Returning Empty-Handed,
off the Stairway To Heaven,
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot,
he no longer lives.
There Could Be Nothing After This broken heart.
More Than A Feeling,
keeps you running.
I come to you,
but you keep turning me away.
It's Good To Know That If I ever Need Atention,
All I Need To Do Is Die.
I'm Ready To Love,
but you were to scared.
Superstitious,that's saying it lightly.
You say thet Life's Been Good,
what a crock.
This Doesn't Remind Me,
but it does kill me to know
that is was just to weird.
You Hate the fact that i live in the fast lane,
but ended it All The Same.
Paint It Black,
your so-called "heart of gold",
because i'll ever get a hold of you.
Sweet Dreams,
no longer exist.