Grave DiggerHis eyes turned dark with fury.
His anger fueled by hatred.
His sadness deepened by loss.
His soul ripped out of his life.
His life had no more meaning.
His love had no more power.
He lost what he most wanted.
Now he lies six feet uner,
and you are the gravedigger.
A Fear of Losing the GameThe cold blade is now against your wrist
and what is it doing to help?
Wanting to let it glide through your skin
it's simply a need for help.
Suicide seems like the only way out
when truly you just need some help.
Taking in all the thoughts of the past
why won't you ask for help?
Grabbing the bottle of pills by the sink
when you just need to grab a phone.
Sinking your teeth through the bottle cap
when you could just dial the phone.
Think about all the ones you'd effect
if your wish would finally come true.
Just remember there's always someone
sitting there, waiting for you.
is only a fear of losing the game.
LoveWhat is love, can you tell me?
I need to know, what it is.
Is it good, or of the dark?
Is it rife. or is it not?
Can I hold it and keep it,
Or should I push it away?
Should I receive it, or give it?
Should I store it in my heart,
Or should it be in my mind?
I can't explain what love is,
But I can say "I love you"
LostLost in a world of endless hate--
bound by the darkness of this world.
I see no escape, no way out.
I see no more--I am now blind.
What is the reason for living?
When all that's left is fully dead.
What more is there I ask of you.
No Zion in sight, no refuge.
No end is found, no end to this
what can I do to get away?
Away from myself--from this world
free me I plea, find what is lost.
with broken wings
is no longer
no longer able to
She's got nowhere to go,
nothing to do,
nothing to stand for.
With her patterns destroyed,
she's got nothing.
Her outer beauty has been lost
though some lies within.
It's up to her
to find it.
with broken wings
is still beautiful
if you look deep enough.
Will we be different?Will we be something different?
Different than the rest of them?
Will we be happy?
Maybe even in love?
Will what we say always be true?
Like when we say forever,
do we mean it?
When you make me a promise,
will you keep it?
Will you be loyal and loving?
Care for me when I need you?
You tel me not to worry,
that your mine and here to stay.
I sure hope you don't change your mind.
I love you.
I mean it when I say forever.
I'll keep the promises I make
and I promise that somewhere inside,
I'll always love you.