Can't Lose You
I can't lose you. I can't lose you.
No I can't lose you I can't lose you
No I can't lose you I can't lose you
No, I can't lose you I can't lose you
No, I can't lose you no, I can't lose you
Say these words are written in semen all the while the girls are screaming Peter
Say these words are written in semen all the while the girls are screaming Peter
Everybody smokes pot, Monte Conner sucks cock
Everybody smokes pot, Monte Conner sucks cock
Anaesthesia
Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
Because when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair
Did one say so cruel it is better to love than lose
Ignorance is bliss wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire liar
Betwixt birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defence, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware be scared
I don't need love I don't need love
I don't need love I don't need love
Are ten thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser
World renowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anaesthesia
I don't feel anything I don't feel anything
I don't feel anything I don't feel anything
Green Man
Spring won't come, the need of strife to struggle to be freed from hard ground.
The evening mists that creep and crawl will drench in the dew and so drown.
I'm the green man the green man.
Sol in prime sweet summertime cast shadows of doubt on my face.
A midday sun, its caustic hues refracting within the still lake.
I'm the green man the green man.
Autumn in her flaming dress of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves.
My mistress of the frigid night I worship pray to on my knees
Winter's breath of filthy snow befrosted paths to the unknown have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end so says me, me Wiccan friend nature coming full circle.
Winter's breath of filthy snow befrosted paths to the unknown have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end so says me, me Wiccan friend nature coming full circle.
I'm the green man the green man I'm the green man the green man
Haunted
A swollen sun melting at the horizon between the sheets I wait for her to come.
A living flame, impossible to resist burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick.
I'm haunted I'm haunted I'm haunted by her
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning I hate the morning.
From the panes a green mist swirls is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed a voice like wind through trees beckons.
Cool rain on hot summer stone the odor fills my presence of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight you are lust incarnate.
In the sweat of my bed the eastern sky hints of dawning,
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie how I hate the morning.
I hate the morning light
I hate the morning light
Burnt Flowers Fallen
I think she's falling out of love I think she's falling out of love.
I know she's falling out of love I know she's falling out of love.
I know she's falling God I know she's falling out of love,
I know she's falling out of love.
All of the flowers all of the flowers I gave her she burned them
I think she's falling God I think she's falling out of love
I think she's falling out of love.
All of the flowers all of the flowers I gave her she burned them
All of the flowers all of the flowers I gave her she burned them
Suspended In Dusk
Damn me Father, for I must sin four centuries of this damned immortality yet I did not ask to be made.
Why I will never again feel your sun upon my face or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive and I am not dead this is Hell on earth
How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?
When I can do nothing, but sit by as my loves grow old and wither
And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart
And prolong this endless winder it is October's perpetual agony it is the shadow realm
Father, please forgive him for he knows not what to do
With every victim I pray for my own death and as much as I love the night
I curse the moon's eerie glow tis blood lust that drags me to forever
The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo
I am forced to dwell in grey Autumnal twilight I am suspended in dusk
Father, please forgive him for he knows not what to do
Father, please forgive him for he knows not what to do
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