I would delight into the sin set before me.
Too sick a blood oath with nothing realtive towards me.
With all of the things that hath began.
Must end with one thing in common.
Rich, poor and or you have stroke a cord.
My Ethreal heart still transparent to my feelings.
Some say my soul is a husk.
That i was born to die and thus i am dead.
However, walk with me into my shadows.
With this "Dead man" and see a world that only few could dream.
Only the clock of Arashi can tick with blood.
Maybe in time i will see the divines into a new light.
None have yet spoken to me.
I have the feeling the loath the sight of the dead man in their world.
ironic isn't it with Ephuria of the funeral that i shall be held into.
Making even the most of the evil weep.
Well... they say the meak are closer to god.
Well... i stand here waiting on my chance, waiting for my time.
Yet what i really left behind was anyone and everyone that loved me.
Choosing to become what i am... i walk this path alone.
Can't... can't i have someone to love, like most of my friends.
I see them everyday holding hands, in coronation like a nuptial.
to those they say the begging man has no morals.
Look to you're leaders and compare them to this begging man.
Do i have the lacking morals or do they you found to be "Pure bred" continue to be superior.
I am dirt poor, me and my family making it by wing and whim of prayer.
The peche and the most delightful sin is the fact i can get into thy thee that those whose reading my words.
For better or worse onto a hellful or blissful death
-Chris
Too sick a blood oath with nothing realtive towards me.
With all of the things that hath began.
Must end with one thing in common.
Rich, poor and or you have stroke a cord.
My Ethreal heart still transparent to my feelings.
Some say my soul is a husk.
That i was born to die and thus i am dead.
However, walk with me into my shadows.
With this "Dead man" and see a world that only few could dream.
Only the clock of Arashi can tick with blood.
Maybe in time i will see the divines into a new light.
None have yet spoken to me.
I have the feeling the loath the sight of the dead man in their world.
ironic isn't it with Ephuria of the funeral that i shall be held into.
Making even the most of the evil weep.
Well... they say the meak are closer to god.
Well... i stand here waiting on my chance, waiting for my time.
Yet what i really left behind was anyone and everyone that loved me.
Choosing to become what i am... i walk this path alone.
Can't... can't i have someone to love, like most of my friends.
I see them everyday holding hands, in coronation like a nuptial.
to those they say the begging man has no morals.
Look to you're leaders and compare them to this begging man.
Do i have the lacking morals or do they you found to be "Pure bred" continue to be superior.
I am dirt poor, me and my family making it by wing and whim of prayer.
The peche and the most delightful sin is the fact i can get into thy thee that those whose reading my words.
For better or worse onto a hellful or blissful death
-Chris
