undead
Greenlighter
at the bottom of every bottle, you'll find the cure to all your problems
at the end of every rope is a screaming kicking soul
the weak shall die away with the wisk of a new wind
and once again the strong shall gain control
once again your god has chosen to forsake you
once again your eyes have chosen not to see
your desire to live your life with a constant smile on your face
is weakness at its stongest point in vain of a failed decree
its those who hang their head in shame
who bear the biggest hearts
and those who cut their wrists with razors
who bleed the purest blood
the weak shall die away indeed
but the strong shall pass away
but only by suicidal nature
because the world itself is far too weak
to hold their weight
at the end of every rope is a screaming kicking soul
the weak shall die away with the wisk of a new wind
and once again the strong shall gain control
once again your god has chosen to forsake you
once again your eyes have chosen not to see
your desire to live your life with a constant smile on your face
is weakness at its stongest point in vain of a failed decree
its those who hang their head in shame
who bear the biggest hearts
and those who cut their wrists with razors
who bleed the purest blood
the weak shall die away indeed
but the strong shall pass away
but only by suicidal nature
because the world itself is far too weak
to hold their weight

*muah* stay well... and tell squeak i said hi!