Perfect Madness IV: TowersSo this world towers over you, and there's so much you can only dream.Perfect Madness IV: Towers
Now, little boy, you've got this old world wondering.
Do you really believe what they tell you?
Only to be cast in these shadows as your little wretch of a body rots away.
But there is so much more that lies beneath, well listen....it's the little blood machine that beats.
tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock.
So smile, we can feed your little birds;
The worst that ma
Perfect Madness III: The GatesShould we really walk this path you've laid for us,Perfect Madness III: The Gates
in the telltale lies you so gave to us?
Dear little sister, I have a game for you. We play the wolf; you play the lamb.
A door carved with the ghost of the past, Oh dear, little sister-- it's your blood we've saved for last.
Only to hold you in my arms one last time, just to break your tender little neck.
God forbid I rip out your heart and take back the love
I wasted in the years of our sinful story.
A beast that is brutality starts to emerge
As fangs, claws, and rage converge.
Eye
Perfect Madness II: The BaronTell me what it’s like to die while you’re still alive. I want to get inside, oh dear my envy may show. The glimmer in its eye can still grow.Perfect Madness II: The Baron
Fear takes a hold of your dress, Caress his carcass, what a mess…
My dear little miss, Your death could only leave me blessed
Scalpel ready, but for you they may shed tears, Hush darling the drugs have worn off. Scoff at the idea.
To stain the pale white coat with the crimson life;
which flows beneath, die die die.
To play the rabbit with the innocence of that whore, d
IDBeathate and cruel violation final suicide desperation anger festers reality bending dark descending as lives are ending gone out there fending for yourself alone too long to accept help and each day we deal with what we get a couple shots and a cigarette huddled trash fire and a switchblade knife don't care if it's right just live this life no religion but the rule of the streets concrete beat keeping us on our feet as daylight fades we feel the bite we fight the night wait for the light cause nothing ever was just black or white and we live for now never know if we might be dead tomorrow or we migBeat
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Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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