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To You

Album: Hazed and Dreadful - The BlackSin Album
By:
dreadthedays

Duration

4:24

Genres

Electronic

Description

Inspiration derived from life, dreams, knowledge and media... specifically; True blood, music, Dexter series & Walking Dead, relationships, the world news and abstract art. Always experimental. I am a big Tool fan. I adore Tori Amos. I'm a techno and old school industrial fan. I grew up with Marilyn Manson and Alice Cooper. I am also an avid science fiction & horror fan.

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Lyrics

I'm heartless I want to understand your position, You don't even know what that is I'm push pins I'm sorry Every once in a while I break open and pour out onto the floor you'd leave me lying there To leave you with clean hands I'm dieing here and You're wanting me Tattered envy is not love If of our parting I may once again leave the drops of this upon YOUR skin I will look down upon my OWN flesh To find the change in it Rampant whispers When did I last see your face upon my shy skin sin I think I may lose touch soon Its not you I'm just a little gone You had to see I want you so much more As I fall off track you can be sure i kept directions No map can guide me home this time so easily My hands are sore from healing you I'm wasted I want I feel this eating away the core of me there may be nothing left Your the door I fell into and now I've locked myself I lose my grasp on everything to keep you here You can't Understand this I'm not asking you to fix it all now I realize your not all there either Can we just call it close and make a run for it? End this pain,lend me your crimson words, they're far to dear to waste The progress has ceased to spend, and ate the heart of it There is nothing now to make of it It's far too late It's okay to hang up on me because I have no feelings just yours It's not important because I ramble on I should have known you were to caught up on you To realize after all i have done to stay on the line I'm glad she's distant or this would be the death of her I think i may lose touch soon Its not you im just a little gone I want to know you mean everything As i fall of track i will dream the line of dead have been sorted Into respective color coded rooms of sterile chosen

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