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RosesMy fingers touch the pale tipsOf keys resounding true;I played this music once before...I played this song for you.And as the notes come pouring outTheir feelings to display,I see your eyes, a melodyWhich tears can't wash away.
AdiosAdios, my loving city,We shall never meet again;Sparkling nights and emerald meadows,Adios.Adios, my dear possessions,Those which never left my side,And the times we thought were endless,Adios.Adios, my greatest friendships,Times with you were never lost.One embrace to last a lifetime,Adios.Adios, one friend held dearest,Time to tell the truth has come;Know that I will always love you...Adios.
War 3 or Maybe NotLord, I wish we had lungsIn these smoke riddled streetsLord, I wish we had heartsThrough this grim egotripHand o'er bosom we prayTo the crushed hopes and dreamsOf our comrades; oh LordBring us back from our sleep.
The SuicideDrippety-drop as the lifeblood draws thin,The last of the crimson withdrawn from within.The hand is left open, aware of its sin,As beadlets roll down off its colourless skin.The mouth is shaped loosely and curved in a smile,The eyes distance sparks of despair and denial.The chest is heaved forth, out of breath for a while...A while eternal, sings metal's sweet guile.The door is still closed and the body not found,The slowing red drips reign alone in their sound.The bath is the world that the sun goes around,A desolate tombstone, a burial mound.Drippety-drop as the last sighs are bled,The onece-azure waters now ripple in red.She's only asleep! So don't trouble her bed,For nothing, alas, can awaken the dead.
UntitledLike Siamese TwinsJoined at the hipsLike Siamese TwinsShared lungs and heartsLike Siamese TwinsTwisted and shearedTorn apart.