A Lunatic's Lament

"In an abashed state of mind, the Artist begins to blame Annabel for what he has obviously done to her: his depression and paranoia have turned to rage. He moves as quickly as his feet will carry him toward the center of town. Not only is he running from the grisly murder scene, but he's running from the ringing of Annabel's voice in his head. It's as if her spirit is chasing him, torturing what little sanity he has left. He cannot look her in the eyes, he knows it will weaken his anger and he simply cannot allow that to happen. Not now. The Artist begs and pleads with her to leave him be as he sprints toward the town, his intentions still unknown even in his own mind. There's one crippling thought that the Artist cannot seem to escape even in madness: Annabel is the only girl he has ever loved." -Alesana

amazing music. all you haters need to fuck off!!!!!!

A few corrections

Just the sight of you has made me safe tonight should be Just the sight of you has made me sick tonight

We can count the stars that disappear should be We can count the stars and disappear

The nightmare's coming true... It will only be you... Did it ever burn? should be The nightmare's coming true... It was all for you... I did it all for you

but rather it is in my opinion only qualified by approximating to heaven and hell. should be but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell.

I was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting into scenes of the sounds of laughter and drunken people playing. should be It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing.

The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat. should be The events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different.

I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exlamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives. should be I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.

Basically one of my fav songs... yeah.

i agree i hate people that hate on good music. just becuz people are pussys and cant handle loud music doesnt mean they shold hate. any ways great song hardd to sing tho im learning how to fry scream now. Shawn Milkes iz amazing.

I'm not usually a fan of... "emotional" alternative rock, but I have to say that since my friend recommended this and lent me the CD, I have to say I'm a fan. I never thought this genre would be so insightful. Meaningful maybe, but not insightful. I've been proven wrong by this album. Even the screaming is made tolerable by pleasant melodies.