concrete bed The smell of lilac in your hair Where the stinging nettles grow And the lonely rushes blow I left you in a culvert there Ashes to ashes
That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell
If God crossed us we'd take all his drugs Burn his money and his house down and wait for the fire to spread Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
by our a side We'll be fine And Ashley and me are out wit the kids Ashley turns to me and walks up to me And kisses me on the lips This is the happiest
the tissues. Pretty patterns while a message said "We'll miss you. Bless you. Bless your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his lips moved
Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute For me to get to that place we love to go I made this shit so you would know When the ashes burn off
"Abel was able," so Vivian said Her shoulders flung forward, her lips in a purse She talks like the beauty that she never was Of the fabulous wild nights
From the dead, Yet so familiar arms That used to belong That used to belong to a queen So cold a kiss. So cold a kiss from the lips. Once the lips of
about mouth fuckin' Only if you down for dick suckin' If not, bj in the bed, keep truckin' And fuck chap sticks I'm comin' ashes hell wit chapped dicks For your chapped ass lips
image Then fuck you Ashes to ashes, dust to dust My hate for you defines my lust Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me Welcome world Miss Ann Thrope Ashes to ashes
night comes a song that I know Twisted and ruined and black I can remember the people they were Nobody knows if they ever come back Lost in the ashes
he'll be the ashes He is hers for the taking Love is hers for the faking Forget the future come and kiss On the Poison Lips of Bliss Let them sing
And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone Love is where you find it When you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After
of scotch. (I am inside) She lights a cigarette and blows the smoke over the match. (She doesn't notice) The gray smog rises from her lips like a cremation
ashes We are the children Of amnesia in heaven Inside this broken body My soul is cold and throbbing Subversive verses leave my lips God is an atheist
your insidious voice Deafened by fear, blinded by hate: You missed the point I might die but I die laughing straight into your face I've tasted blood on your lips
Awake as a lover from ashes and dust Awake and taste the night and my sighs You are the fairy of woods and forlorn souls I want to satisfy my lips by