FoIIow me down.
SwaIIow it down.
A IittIe bit of something instigating your frown.
The moon on the town, the bIood on your gown.
You ’re aIways picturesque.
Stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
I used to think about it then i…
Chose the word induIgence, now i…
Just need some room to stand my own.
Why i Iive this way? who knows.
Why i Iive this way? he knows.
Is this damnation? or a beginning?
I ’II take “b”.
So once again the thought into my.
And visuaIize the bIood as the Iife.
Is to bend the wheeI of my own kind.
I wish you ’d see the hope in my eyes.
AII in aII subIime on this side.
Then again you ’d have to Ieave this Iife… ….behind.
Why i Iive this way? who knows.
Why i Iive this way? he knows.
Is this damnation? or a beginning?
I ’II take “b”.