lifelesslove
07/14/03, 12:11 PM
another old one....
Internal Bleeding (This Speaks Volumes)
And in between the pages, the stories undecided, a character exposed to research, read between diary entries, searching for a meaning.
Well, cheap perfume had saved the girl, and now it leads her list, of things to cut down on, right behind taking advantage, building mirages.
*CHORUS
Now, it’s time for harsher words, and better lies, the world’s slip between like rain through texture, choking out our lust. And I’d
rather die alone, then die here in your arms.
I’d rather die choking, then breath in on your charms.
I’d rather follow blueprints, and then kill my better judgment.
And I’d rather die not speaking, because your words still echo death.
Well, it suits you just fine. And I’d kill my better half, to wear his accurate spine. Spiked for wishing, or demise, our lonely cover up leaves to much undecided, affluent correlations, now I’m choking on the wealth of them.
*CHORUS
Would you bleed a brilliant red, would I find a special blue to match the color of my face, holding in this precious air? This is something you can’t take from me.
And I’m captive by a stake, captivated by mistakes…this was the story soaked in scenery.
Internal Bleeding (This Speaks Volumes)
And in between the pages, the stories undecided, a character exposed to research, read between diary entries, searching for a meaning.
Well, cheap perfume had saved the girl, and now it leads her list, of things to cut down on, right behind taking advantage, building mirages.
*CHORUS
Now, it’s time for harsher words, and better lies, the world’s slip between like rain through texture, choking out our lust. And I’d
rather die alone, then die here in your arms.
I’d rather die choking, then breath in on your charms.
I’d rather follow blueprints, and then kill my better judgment.
And I’d rather die not speaking, because your words still echo death.
Well, it suits you just fine. And I’d kill my better half, to wear his accurate spine. Spiked for wishing, or demise, our lonely cover up leaves to much undecided, affluent correlations, now I’m choking on the wealth of them.
*CHORUS
Would you bleed a brilliant red, would I find a special blue to match the color of my face, holding in this precious air? This is something you can’t take from me.
And I’m captive by a stake, captivated by mistakes…this was the story soaked in scenery.