they wear white because they think they are angels...

is there life before death ?

i am a corpse
glycerine for the host
a junkyard for ghost
a sinner for having
flesh and bones
track the hours
kill the clocks
stars and birthmarks
that smear the soul

i hate it because i never have pictures...

how scared are you about carring ?

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

//goo goo dolls iris

i run out of excuses
and now i fertilize my swamps
using tired eyes for tears
and ideas for fears

hold your hands up high
lightings that strike
saviour from above
answers for the alone

i should be in therapy
but i enjoy my apathy
i'm more worried about the color of your eyes
than me turning sick and blind

towards the sky
outside her walls
beneath my skin
between our souls

i thought i tricked my faith
i thought i could get away
put your head down
take the orders from the falling mouths

when your eyes bloom once again
when you shred the silk's agony to feel
and taste the fallen angel's kiss
when you can't find love the way you need it
when you stay up all night dreaming
chorus and verse are all dead