The Willing Well Iii_ Apollo Ii_ The Telling Truth - текст песни
The Willing Well Iii_ Apollo Ii_ The Telling Truth
In the worst of all your fears
You have come so far to hear
That in turn they've showered your name
As the laughing stock
Now by fire you must hang
As my word holds course through vein
You will walk to the end of days
I'll gravitate towards you
I will, in the now, hate you
These days are numbered
This close encounter
To the heartland, through the madness
I'll make you wish
You hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this
In a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go
So come on bitch
Why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on bitch,
Why aren't you laughing now?
In my presence
You will make sure the fiction meets its fate
That death will grace your face my dear character
Through these lessons you have learned
All the worlds from here must burn
For as God demands that the end we miss
If my shame spills our worth across this floor
Then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV
No, I don't even think of you
No, I don't wanna think of you... anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
If, then should they come home
With failed attempt we'll know
I won't leave a stone unturned
These worlds will surely burn
Wait
But what did I do to... to deserve all of you
Jesse, bad boy
Just come look at what your brother did
To that girl's precious little whore of a body
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