A moment of passion so easily shared,
with no fear or regret.
The memories flood through my mind,
a moment of passion I'll never forget.
Isn't is sad when an angel cries?
Small pearl drops fall from the skies,
holy water flows in tears,
human burdens their only fears.
Hate is a feeling that boils with rage.
Hate is a feeling you lose with age.
Hate is a feeling that eats inside.
Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust.
You'll rise again, in this I'll trust.
You're in our hearts, 'till the end.
We will meet again, depart my friend.
Out of my cut the blood will creap
on my knees I begin to weap
watchin the blood fall over my arm
washing away all the harm
I see a blade upon the floor,
I pick it up to use some more.
This blood stained blade is mine again,
It's simply now just a question of when.
Many parts to my broken heart,
from the day when it fell apart.
My whole world came crashing down,
but its fell with out a sound.
Red is the rose, just for you
Eleven to hold, one for the heart too.
Blue is the air, we call it the skys,
I'm thinking of you before I sleep,
I'm dreaming of you before I wake,
I'm thinking of you all the time,
I'm dreaming of you to be mine.
Plastic surgery is such a waste,
as everyone has a pretty face.
Its a contagious desease,
happening all over the place.