TonightIllDie

TonightIllDie
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2003-12-07 23:36:59 (UTC)

Eulogies For Angels

Below is a song I've written about friends that you think
are such bad people but yet you're exactly the same as them
if you look deep enough, hard enough. Anyways, the song is
called "Eulogies For Angels"

~My black hearse is followed by a 98 car motorcade. People
line the road that I'm passing by as I'm led out of the
skylines. One short of a perfect number. I always fall short
of myself. (fall short of time!)

So lead me. Lead me to where you want to lose me. Let the
rain fall, staining the coffin walls with past memories
(that they each hold). Let the hammers pound their steady
rythem as you (let them) bury me alive, as each glance tears
me from the inside!

Red Roses...these Red Roses. Their pedels bleed for me.
These roses make me bleed.

With my eyes wide shut, lying so far below you. I'm not far
from you at all! Listen, listen to them drop sutile lines,
about my life. You sit with a blank face! Remember our
times? Maybe you should lie, surrounded by the ever
reminding pine.

So lead me. Lead me to where you want to lose me. Let the
rain fall, staining the coffin walls with past memories
(that they each hold). Let the hammers pound their steady
rythem as you (let them) bury me alive, as each glance tears
me from the inside!
So lead me. Lead me to where you want to lose me. Let the
rain fall, staining the coffin walls with past memories
(that they each hold). Let the hammers pound their steady
rythem as you (let them) bury me alive, as each glance tears
me from the inside!

I'll sit and think. Writing eulogies for angels. Only mine
will tell of a true life lived. Mine won't hide what you
did, what we did! and the rosaries will fall, cutting me
deep...writing eulogies. Eulogies for us angels.

So lead me. Lead me to where you want to lose me. Let the
rain fall, staining the coffin walls with past memories
(that they each hold). Let the hammers pound their steady
rythem as you (let them) bury me alive, as each glance tears
me from the inside! So lead me. Lead me to where you want to
lose me. Let the rain fall, staining the coffin walls with
past memories (that they each hold). Let the hammers pound
their steady rythem as you (let them) bury me alive, as each
glance tears me from the inside!

Red Roses...these Red Roses. Their pedels bleed for me.
These roses make me bleed.
Red Roses...these Red Roses. Their pedels bleed for me.
These roses make me bleed.~


...I still miss you.

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