roses are roses
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The snakes in the garden, Blood on the Vines, I can't wait anymore, I can't wait anymore.
I'm more alone than I've ever been, Help me out of the shape I'm in
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep Saying, "Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?"
Conscious Of Nothing But The Will To Survive
The Water Can't Drown Me, I'm Done
Beat The Devil's Tattoo
“We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.”
Got My Fingers Laced Together And I Made A Little Prison And I'm Locking Up Everyone Who Ever Laid A Finger On Me...
I'm So Ashamed, Why Don't They Like Me? What's Wrong With Me?
The Birds Are Flying South Already, Swans or Geese...Lucky Creatures.
We Have to Live. Listen to that music - It's glorious - ecstatic - as if any moment we might find out why we're alive, why we suffer...If only we knew, if only we knew.
The time passes and it feels that i keep moving farther and farther away from the beautiful life and into some kind of An Abyss
Don't you ever, tame your demons But always keep them on a leash
“After us they'll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they'll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy.
Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.
This Goofy Life of Constant Mourning
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
If you wanna be free, don’t think about me Don’t you look in my eyes, Don’t you hang around me No more, oh
I'll hum the song the soldiers sing As they march outside our window
If I'm A Pagan I'm The Good Type...
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