23 March 2012

The Death Of Gold Dystopia

Don't put love on me like you control me
Suck the poison of hearts
Spend so excentric, morning's electric
Find the splendor of us
Rock out the rumours, roll up the dice
Don't flirt with echo of mass
Dancer's frantic, Baroque goes romantic
Just bleed into my mouth

I just want to feel for you
Like you never ought me to
Cornucopia's rose
Another mistake of you

Can't sentence all your ultra screams (they're fading)
Fly like a mockingbird with howl
Why all my life begins with dreams? (of craving)
Well, it's not lost when coming home

Oh

Slipping through fingers, sand of time fringes
Fear of hypertonia
Shake my world down, the daughter wore crowns
I'm lost in the arena
Run with healer; the ruler, the killer
Sounds were off and beyond
Fate was chosen with whole conclusion
The death of gold Dystopia

I just want to feel for you
Like you never ought me to
Cornucopia's rose
Another mistake of you

Can't sentence all your ultra screams (they're fading)
Fly like a mockingbird with howl
Why all my life begins with dreams? (of craving)
Well, it's not lost when coming home

The countdown comes out of the wire (the flock has met with eagle's eye)
My bow and arrow hurt my palms (through grass and wine of evil sounds)
Dark days began to reap the graves (and now the screams are off defence)
The Games are coming to an end

Can't sentence all your ultra screams (they're fading)
Fly like a mockingbird with howl
Why all my life begins with dreams? (of craving)
Well, it's not lost when coming home

Now lime light's watching as you fall
Eliminate enemies down my throat
The peak is starting to emerge
I'll never feel the same again

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