April 05, 2004
...the day...
What's left to say with all that's come and gone
Words get in the way and anyway the devils got your tongue
And a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide
It's gonna blow your cover sky high
If you let this thing go, it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn
You're gonna take the whole world with you when you go
So here you are, deamons screaming in your head
You try to shut them out but they just get louder instead
And nothing you do can seem to break through
This darkness smothering you
When it takes hold, your heart turns cold
The very soul seeps out of you
When the storm, the storm takes over
Can you hold this thing
Can you hold this thing
'Til the clouds clear
Posted by April_Rayan at April 5, 2004 08:03 PM
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