Hunger
de funeral
Bitter-sweet nostalgia...
Desire pulls hard,
But it's too late.
Dead are all my virtues
And gifts.
It dulls not any pains,
And hard covet
Reaps a poor harvest
In these latter days.
Starve me in
Bone man torture.
Skin-tight lover.
Pound upon pound
Of flesh paid well
With gnawing ache,
And hunger.
But your want lies asleep,
Under frozen layers of ignorance.
Or even fear.
Dressed in sacrilege,
I sprawl in hurt
...And wear thorns
Just for you.
Read my scars,
Count my sorrows,
But see me!
'Lest the cruel beauty
In my song face the trial
Of deaf ears.
And that is truly worse than death.
I dance in your spirit
And sleep so well in your arms.
Awake unattainable one...
Awake...
Más canciones de funeral
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the door is still locked
the door is still locked
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potions
potions
-
it's always been the same
it's always been the same
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blood everywhere
gorepack
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SAFE AND SOUND
SAFE AND SOUND
-
back2sleep
back2sleep
-
drained to my core
drained to my core
-
none
none
-
trying//cry4help
trying//cry4help
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downer
downer
-
dead asf
gorepack
-
antichrist
antichrist
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if you only knew
if you only knew
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ionwantthat
eviscerated
-
cope
remorse
-
gridlock
superplastic
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NOTICE ME
NOTICE ME
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don't hold me tonight
don't hold me tonight
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Too Young to Die
Gospel of Bones
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wtfwetalkinbout
suicideseason