I KNOW A GHOST,
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.
Vanity is a sepulcher.
Do as you please, shame will follow.
Languages rot and insects lose interest;
MOUNTAINS OF PLASTIC: MELTING AWAY.
As long as these struggles are aimless,
we will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
All mistakes can be marked by borders.
All of love can be traced to a marker.
IT SEEMS AS IF WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT,
ISN'T NOTICED WHEN FORGOTTEN.
Do as you please, shame will follow.
The sun and the moon:
you'll always take them for granted.
What's delicate is lost.
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forget themselves.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
I KNOW A GHOST, And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance. Vanity is a sepulcher. Do as you please, shame will follow. Languages rot and insects lose interest; MOUNTAINS OF PLASTIC: MELTING AWAY. As long as these struggles are aimless, we will all be standing still. When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche; This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears. All mistakes can be marked by borders. All of love can be traced to a marker. IT SEEMS AS IF WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT, ISN'T NOTICED WHEN FORGOTTEN. Do as you please, shame will follow. The sun and the moon: you'll always take them for granted. What's delicate is lost. As the selfish forgot what is sacred, The humble forget themselves. When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche; This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
Those the correct lyrics, I recieved my CD today.
No that's completely wrong he had it rite it is collect the leaves. Count them... Name them... Study each and every single one of them
No that's completely wrong he had it rite it is collect the leaves. Count them... Name them... Study each and every single one of them