Flowers For The Dead-
flowers for the dead
yes, that is what i would like
flowers for the dead
bring them in bunches and heaps
flowers for the dead
we need so many
flowers for the dead
would you like yours now or later?
flowers for the dead
stand right here at my side won't you?
look out over this vast horizon of broken promises and shattered dreams
tell me, how does your pain feel?
cast now your so knowing glance into my eyes and look upon the raging face of twisted emotional poverty and tell me...
now how does your pain feel?
come dance with me my fair
dance we me this dance of despair
drift along to the symphony of darkness
sway with me into this painted madness
till the band stops playing
and the fear stops preying
flowers for the dead
yes, that is what we would like
flowers for the dead
they come now, bleeding
flowers for the dead
sick and bloated from over dreaming
flowers for the dead
would you like yours now or later?
Inside This Circus-
flirting with the darkness
ooh your so brave
step inside this circus
let me show you around
hear that crying?
look there's new life coming into this world...i did that
hear that crying?
that's the sound of life slipping away...i commited that act
hear that crying?
a broken heart drowning in tragedy...i drowned that night
hear that crying?
a lonely boy cowers from his father's hand...i was that child
step inside this circus
let me show you around
come on in
we crave fresh blood
new meat to chew
another soul who THINKS they have the answers
another soul who THINKS they know the way
step inside this circus
but first...
how does your pain feel now?
Sailing The Sea Of Sorrow-
all aboard!
we set sail for the sea of sorrow
in a land where there is no tomorrow
only today
today's pain
please, please look at me!
they all cry aloud
sitting in the dark
in your room
alone
we set sail for the sea of sorrow
in a land where there is no tomorrow
only today
today's pain
please, please look at me!
they all cry aloud
sitting in the dark
in your room
alone
oh yes that is you
little tortured soul you are
but where will she sleep tonight
tell me
how does your pain feel?
as you type words of sorrow
telling us how you'll be dead tomorrow
and screaming out for attention
are you hungry for life?
as hungry as they are?
tell me
how does your pain feel?
abuse and torture
you live the life
so much pain
does your body hurt?
hurt like theirs will tonight?
tell me
how does your pain feel now?
tell us of your end
how you plan your demise
slashed and bloody
with no one to hear your cries
crying like these boys will?
tell me
all you children of the american dream
how does your pain feel now?
The Highest Crime-
no joy for the candy eaters
the wasted youth of this world
how does your pain feel?
so different than mine
so heavy the burden that you can't go on
no joy for the candy eaters
the sadness drips from their teeth like so many drops of the blood they can't wait to spill
how does your pain feel?
so different from mine
too heavy this burden of youth
no joy for the candy eaters
those without the weight of a tribe to feed
how does your pain feel?
so different from mine
to carry the burden till the end would be too much
no joy for the candy eaters
the new keepers of darkness and despair
how does your pain feel?
so different from mine
the cruelty of the burden is wanting you to die
no joy for the candy eaters
to whom pain is singular they own it all
how does your pain feel?
so different from mine
for giving in to the burden is the highest crime
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