there must be something , there really must be something i can buy to make this feeling go away

spiders in my head , spiders in my mind

i'm too much or not enough maybe everyone else is messed up

you are proof that emotions destroy you

if i wake in the morning i only need two more miracles to be a saint

goodness , you're bleeding , what a wonderful feeling

i was a victim of magic apollo , catching my breath as i bled on the ground

falling down like angels fighting stars and lightning , hold me tightly

oh , dear , let me see those smokey eyes 'cause you're a villainous thing , and we can't have you living a lie

so , please , won't you tear me open wide?

don't come 'round tonight , don't want you to see me cry 'cause my face is red and ugly , i'm afraid that you won't love me

what manner of creature is that ? what manner of devil made him ?

waste no worry for the world let it be tragedy of love and glory

love me , love me , love me , more and more

you look horrible . why are you even alive ?

it seems that our journey together has come to an end

another cog in the murder machine

everything has its time and everything dies

there was silence again . and then , merciless life

trying to see past my ego reaching for something more than this feeling of being important

the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away

i went to the doctors believing the devil had control over me

strike me where i stand if i spare you again

sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul

in his eyes , all the sadness of the world those pleading eyes , that both threaten and adore

you're beautiful and evil , too sinister and vile

really hope you've found something entertaining honestly i've had enough of looking at a dead man

and after all this time that you still owe , you're still a good - for - nothing , i don't know

sometimes when i look in the mirror , i still see your face resting on my shoulder

now i laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that i tortured

nothing is sad until it's over then everything is

what is the meaning of freedom if demanded of you by a god ?

there's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

through playful lips made of yarn that fragile capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

you're the flowers on my grave , you're the stone that keeps them in place

if music be the food of love , play on give me excess of it , that , surfeiting the appetite may sicken , and so die

when the sun loves the moon , even the ocean feels her pull

and when the entire mountain is chiseled away the first second of eternity will have passed

you're the crick in my neck , you're the pillow to fix it

something inside this heart has died

burning on , just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know

and if the birds are just hollow words flyin' along , singin' a song what would they do , if they just knew ?

despair accords with reality but i insist on hope

it's curtains for you , join the back of the queue and we'll break our necks

seems like all i'm worth is what i'm able to withstand

i can see you there , warmth and life why don't you share ?

he pretends he's okay but you should see him in bed late at night , he's petrified

give me envy , give me malice , give me your attention

making up problems that don't exist , why do i let myself dream like this ?

and if your heart stops beating i'll be here wondering did you get what you deserve ?