Тексты песен «Curl Up And Die»

Every dream and every road leads to nowhere as they said the things that would one day come true. and as we laughed our blessed memories came crumbling and our paths lead us eventually apart. this day will come just...

I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing worse than being alone is when I'm not alone. I am in love with what I've lost. I do not want what I have got. I release my...

I dread the day with what we shared shattered like frozen features, disfigured and all alone withering, is this how it actually ends? Delicately feathered and face woven with beauty, these limbs are crumbling. This is...

We're lost love with nothing to give. Our hearts are over-medicated. An overdosed America. Sharing a closet with our skeletons. And in being needed, not what we need. Is where they create our...

These thoughts can't be mine. but they're the only thoughts I have. In this city of imitation, dying to survive. and when night comes it's spent on. Getting drunk and taking drugs. or letting one thing be enough to love...

You're not what you'll become. You aren't how you'll end up. With opened holes growing exponentially into my head. Until we feel the fall, so we don't die alone. (Construct to collapse. Collapse to...

she sent a curve in the current of faintly feeling alive and insecurity got the better part of me. courage came seeping out and left me the weakened boy. sleepless nights enveloped in you. just say your hands will never...

Naked and bathing the semen away. Uncomfortable and left behind. The saliva shines a silver as we make love. As I lose myself in pretending. Pulse catches in continuous beating. (Sore hands shake and bare feet feel...

The rain now floods the bridge we stood so desperately between. the sky has lost it's color seperating the battered from the dead. almost close enough to kiss the tears from your face as i lie beaten and unable to...

Sedation is not meditation. That isn't what substitutes for conversation. And who is wrong over holes burning into their heads Or bloated sacks shifting in their stomachs? Over feeling unloved, worn out and with...

1) Sedation is not meditation. That's isn't what substitutes for conversation. And who is wrong over holes burning into their heads or bloated sacks shifting in their stomachs? Over feeling unloved, worn out and with...

I have fallen for you. I never got the chance to tell you 'tear these feathered wings from my back.' I couldn't hide this internal bleeding. Smiles of my filth on my dripping second. Seconds counting, I fade away with...

I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule. All booked up on depression and self-loathing. Buried deep in sleep from passing out, no time to plan ahead. Someone please tell me, why do i think this...

I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule. All booked up on depression and self-loathing. Buried deep in sleep from passing out, no time to plan ahead. Someone please tell me, why do i think this...

Seeing in fevers going blind from all the cancer that bound these wires together to end the communication. the distance from it all is what it takes. by then it will all be over. we all fail from...

Did the love disappear was it ever there or just in my mind desperation is worthwhile but for how long beautifully dreaming of you and me i hope to never wake kill me in my sleep so this dream will last...

She kisses like cough syrup when I have a cold. But we're not in love, we're just alone. Like a drug company's overdose. Trying to replace our heads with holes. We're missing days and spending weeks. Only passing...

Letters smear like butterfly wings for this pulse which lost itself into mechanisms and diagrams. she found me upon lonely traveled roads wading through these unforgiving waters. through the unfamilar voice of...

When we see each other again will it be this cold? tired from the week and unscheduled events i hope i understand. wide awake, my eyelashes desperately flutter to let myself fall back into what she had woven so well...

This isn't what it used to be. Like folded corners of worn pages trying to hold their place, Because no one fucking cares anymore, I'm peeling back finger nails to hold you. Tearing out hearts trying to forgive you...