In a straight line down the center of all things dead
Not a tombstone without a head.
And as we pass on through this phantom to strive
We slow down on this cemetary drive.
And blood rains to let us know we're not alone
And the mood changes signaled by a change in tone
For what we've done to these people
We should be hung atop the steeple.
A silent scream on the emp
What a beautiful thing to hear
And as the death of another willows tree
So goes the souls of many a hundred year
The day break never comes for us here
Black out the sky with trees so high that you never enter or leave without fear
And as the venom of the karma takes its toll on you
fall back on your worst memories and remember what you did to let the horrors come true.
As all hell falls from the void
Nothing seems for real
And as we all seem like the devils toys
I let them stop your heart so you can feel
I watch the stars desecend from the sky
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the these dying stars surround my eyes
And the rest are just crying.
