Тексты песен «Anterrabae»

I must have left my heart in Buffalo beating between the rusty gears of the killing machine and I'll wear you out for a buck or two did I made your day tasteless memories scraped into concrete ignite this city a ruin of...

Night displaying the face of loyalty and my tiresome attractions were like blows to the knee. And it's all the same when there is no chance that you will ever wake up. So correct my passion and erase my speech and never...

Hey there anonymous, this doesn't concern you. Notice the expiration sly. Resignation imposed as I've been shedding the seconds and applying the formula, you see? Maybe we're all just numbers after all. Logically...

Half past one and a dial tone to match. I've fooled sleep one too many times. This clock doesn't seem to move when I want, or should I say that time has no regard when you do. Appearance is just that, brightly colored...

Half past one and a dial tone to match. I've fooled sleep one too many times. This clock doesn't seem to move when I want, or should I say that time has no regard when you do. Appearance is just that, brightly colored...

We prefer to be categorized in sub genres. We opt for meticulous separation. My apologies for I haven't been myself lately. I am not at liberty to say but I can tell you that timing is critical. Modulate me. It's oh so...

Why can't he see himself alonewith each desperate grasp for loveand daylight is all that seems to matter he once said. Yet the sun falls short of anything he once held dear and days inevitably forsee the chance he never...

You won't even hear me coming. Flattery honed like a radar detector. I've mastered the art of procrastination and I've come prepared for situations alike. We'll be fine, alright. Cause we're sick and tired of disguising...

Lesson one: involves a slice of rye and a hand grenade. A reminder to what we once were, a mere glimpse as to all that we will become. Black preceding black. A hint of life (of nothingness) sporadically appears though,...

I'm sorry is never enough. I drifted into myself and rested her thoughts upon each face turned pale. She resented those light-hearted jokes so I stole another minute. Moments as long as night filled the void. She'll...

I have written a tragedy down below where the pretty boys come to die. Although, I'm spitting phrases of nothing to save myself the embarrassment of apology. The caption read, "Danger" silly boy, "You've got to know...

The box I live in only has three corners the paint is peeling and the ceiling is too low I spread myself too thin I ripped her birth certificate we took a wrong turn at a busted pipe the dictator dictates the dictum the...

The box I live in only has three corners the paint is peeling and the ceiling is too low I spread myself too thin I ripped her birth certificate we took a wrong turn at a busted pipe the dictator dictates the dictum the...

The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Look alive. A nervous narcotic speaks in fragmented code. The stressed and the torn travel ambiguous...

Friday night always seems to continue in the cave of the minotaur I see the outside world of the maze my father built seeking the opportune time to attack always searching for the meat on people but all they ever bear...

Paranoia seeks it's victims. This is bad news, for I've lost my head again. Even the faint at heart are babbling catch phrases. Oh god, someone deafen me for interest has been exploited. We are saturated in soap opera...

You don't know where I've been so could you bury it? I am a tattered red carpet lying in the corner of a room in an empty white mansion. You're a priceless cedar rocking chair teetering over me. There is a gentle breeze...

You don't know where I've been so could you bury it? I am a tattered red carpet lying in the corner of a room in an empty white mansion. You're a priceless cedar rocking chair teetering over me. There is a gentle breeze...

I observed the little things: the swaying of scarves, the king of hearts' clever suicide attempt, a slowly decaying corpse sprinkled with shotgun shells and that "alive" look gleaming in it's eyes. The distinction...

I am your poet who hasn't written anything. And while you ask me why we should see each other, I reply we ought to see each other again before anything can be decided. During our time apart I heard both cries of terror...