TheFallenScene
08/24/03, 09:07 AM
COMMENTARY! COMMENTARY! COMMENTARY!
THANKS!!!!
Never Mind A Dripping Painting
Help me now
Broken watch on the ground
Shattered record spins
My heart skips a beat
From underneath this stone
Crawling a faded dream
Weakened by past memories
The lights flicker on
Staring truth into the eyes
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting
Burning into my mind rusty images
Ignoring mirror reflections
Pull the trigger goes a thousand pieces
Walk the broken glass
To embark on a new journey
Time has settled lights burnt out
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting
Walking into my own shadow
Seeing the true side of a friend
A lifetime of stories
Glazing over the eyes
A blurry portrait of descent
Ending with a flame blowing in the wind
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting
THANKS!!!!
Never Mind A Dripping Painting
Help me now
Broken watch on the ground
Shattered record spins
My heart skips a beat
From underneath this stone
Crawling a faded dream
Weakened by past memories
The lights flicker on
Staring truth into the eyes
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting
Burning into my mind rusty images
Ignoring mirror reflections
Pull the trigger goes a thousand pieces
Walk the broken glass
To embark on a new journey
Time has settled lights burnt out
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting
Walking into my own shadow
Seeing the true side of a friend
A lifetime of stories
Glazing over the eyes
A blurry portrait of descent
Ending with a flame blowing in the wind
(Chorus)
Pick myself up
Barely being able to smile
I run into closed arms
A piercing into my chest
Regretting such thoughts anymore
Never mind a dripping painting