Lucky Funeral Blissful
***Bleeding Thoughts***
In the dark room of my frozen throne
I can feel shadows laying on my bed
Every time that I try to get out of there
I see my sinful heart begging for help
Give me some peace
Help me to escape
From all the pain
That I spread
The invisible yarm of memory’s holding
All the people who’s graving my life
Their eyes full of doubt move my senses
And their fingertips are scratching my body
At the broken mirror you can see
The million bleeding parts of me
And if you give me a ray of your light
Maybe I can look at the sky again
--Tequiler--
