"Can't breathe" 
When I can't breathe,
You will see,
That I cared.
You threw me away,
Into the shadows.
Depressing me,
With everyday problems.
When I can't breathe,
From insanity,
You will see,
I cared.
You will see,
Why I died,
When you look,
At past times.
I can't breathe,
Because of you.
Thrown away,
Into shadows.
When I died,
I hope you cried.

"Celestial Guidance"
I stare,
At the stars.
Guidance hasn't come yet,
They haven't asnwered my calls.
All night long,
I stare,
Into the stars.
The mystical ballet they play,
Directs my life.
Guidance hasn't come yet,
They haven't answered me,
Does this mean I'm alone?
I stare,
Into,
My friends.
The millions of people,
Dancing nightly,
To give me a push,
In the right direction.
Guidance hasn't come yet,
I'm alone.
Staring into their eyes,
I can't tell what to do.
Does this eem so strange,
That I can't find,
My old friend there.
Guidance has not come,
Does this make me alone?

"Clip an angel's wings"
Spread your wings,
I'm ehre to clip them.
Let the blood flow,
Outthe wounds.
I see you're trying,
To escape from me.
that won't work,
My grip is too strong.
Spread your wings,
I'm ehre to clip them.
You'll bleed,
For an eternity.
Pain will be your friend,
Try not to fear it.
Spread your wings,
I'm here to clip them.
Your dreams will,
Come crashign down.
Now your wings are gone,
Let the world be your nightmare.
Spread your wings,
I'm here to clip them.

"Cold and bloody mind"
MY body and mind,
Forever cold.
Wherever my heart goes,
Nobody knows.
Broken continually,
A shell of a man.
Unloved,
Abandoned,
Hated,
Excommunicated,
Left alone in the dark.
Crushed by fear,
Nobody knows,
Where my heart goes.
Forever cold,
Broken heart,
Broken soul.
Nobody cares,
Nobody loves,
Nobody knows,
An outsider like me.

"Crying is a spectator sport"
I watched you cry,
Into,
The dark night.
With me,
We're alive.
I tried to cry,
But I can't.
You turned away,
And I laughed.
I watched you cry,
With that,
Knife cased in blood.
You tried,
To feel dead,
But with me,
you feel alive.
I watched you cry,
Well into the nighit.
My mind,
Was a storm.
All because,
You turned away.

"Cry inside"
Go on,
Go on kid.
Cry insdie,
Let the hatred flow into us all,
To all thos epitiful souls who don't know what to do.
Look at that,
Nobody cared again.
Ironic how you worked so hard,
And got so little.
Kid you waste your time.
Cry inside,
Cry all you want.
Nobody will hear,
Nobody will care,
Nobody will comfort,
Nobody will know.
Cry kid,
Cry all you want.
Look at that,
You wasted your time.
With that stupid message.
Give it up,
Crawl away,
Cry kid...
Cry inside...

"Cutting and burning"
Cutting and burning,
The only escape I have left.
Nobody is here for me.
Dealing with this torment is hard.
Perhaps if somebody were there,
It would be easier.
No...
To burden another soul,
With my insignificant woes,
Would be far worse,
Thatn to deal with them,
On my own.
Still the need,
to tell them lingers.
Then if I did tell someone,
The consequences are far too great,
For me to risk it.
How I would love to be,
Quiet all day,
then problems would never rise.
I would just be another person,
Another soul,
Living unnoticed.
If I were to do that,
Peopel would seek help,
Unwanted help.
Again I am forced,
To put on this,
Normal facade.
The only escape I have left,
Cutting and burning.

"Corner of 6th and 9th"
Darkness manifests,
In pools of crimson.
Met a fallen angel,
On the corner of 6th and 9th.
She said hey,
Wanna good time?
With one night,
Another disease spreads.
And as the angel flaps ehr wings,
Sin objectifies within,
The disease spreads.
Life lies,
In a pool of crimson,
Below a fallen angel's eyes.
On the corner of 6th and 9th,
The diesease spreads,
For me,
For you...

"Candle"
Spark a match,
Light a room,
With a candle.
Watch a face,
Drink some wine.
Candles light the table,
Blood laces the wine.
Laugh sorrows away,
As shadows wait in darkness.
All candles go out,
This one with a bang.
Watch a face,
Lined with fear,
Wtiha a single trace,
Of a tear.
The candle blew out,
The light faded,
The life faded.
They all go out...
Eventually,
They all go out...

"Crows"
Drawn to flutterig eyes,
Feeligns flow as a flock of crows.
Heading for damnation,
Sins laugh as tehy fly,
To those eyes.
A feather falls,
Caught in lusts's wind,
To feel the grasp each night.
Damnation beckons,
behind flying crows.
To thin kit was special,
To think it was right,
Woudl be a burning blessing.
Another father falls,
To lust's warm grasp.
Soon to descend,
Another crow of a dying flock.

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