| Question You ask a question I choose to ignore You ask a question I choose to not hear You ask a question Yes, I lived in fear But that doesn't matter when your do not hear, Questions, no answers No answers, yet questions Are you not bored yet? With my sorrowful glare? Don't speak with your eyes, you do not care. Are you not bored yet? Of delving into my mind? No, your wrong my madness was not blind He should not have touched me and made me want to sin He should not have pushed me i Just couldn't let him win. The knife was sharp but what a clich� the scissors were near he didn't want to play. What are you doing? Trying to untangle my motives I suspect? No, your wrong I have no regret He taught me to sin I was to young to know He taught i couldn't win, could never let go Years went by a tangled web of deceit I ran away so our paths would not meet. You ask a question, why after so long? Yes, I'm hesitating, thinking of my deed, He shouldn't have done it He had to bleed. |
| You Your high above me, I�m down on the floor, our conscious merging, looking controlled. I restrict my comments to those about subjects I trust, The colour of the walls and the emptiness of us. The twisted whole, the void that once possessed me and my soul remains, Empty, exposed for all to see. You stole me, you took me, you left me, not loved. I refill myself with you; your hatred runs through my veins and refreshes my being. You see me through your eyes, not The World�s; you see parts of me that even I can�t reach. You hold me entranced with your rebukes, now you control me, My mind, My thoughts, I want you, I need you, I loved you, I love you, You. |
| Witchhunt The rope is too tight, too tight, Binding my wrists to the stake. I'm being burned. The flames lick up my flesh like dancing spirits. I'm being burned. Smoke in my eyes, Tears down my face, This is the human race. The rope is too tight, too tight, Binding my wrists to the stake. Hot, passionate flames. A crowd, an audience, staring eyes Hot, passionate flames. There's noise in my ears, Is it my own scream? The crowd? A dream? The rope is too tight, too tight, Binding my wrists to the stake. The noise is dimming, dimming, dimming, like shadows of a distant past. I'm numb I do not feel pain, rope slackened, fire died Have I? Why did you have to destroy me? My dreams, wishes and destiny. What was so wrong in hope? Why couldn't you just let me be? It wasn't spells and enchantment; It wasn't evil or wrong. You didn't have to destroy me, Fear my hope, scorn my desire. My body cut free from the stake Audience ceased to exist. Entertainment over, finished. Look what you have done, Do you believe you have truly won? |
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