

NamelessAre you the ones I used to know Buried now under the grey snow What were the names I used to call Where had my voice gone before the fall? Can you hear me howling with the wind What were your names that will never be writtenNameless
Buried beneath grey snow, how did the last breath taste? Where is the memory of your fabled race Fallen, you have fallen from grace Fallen from the touch of my hand Fallen through times sand Fallen from the words of my tongue Fallen from the praise you sung How can I know who you are Names are lost, forever nameless like the stars &


Dirge of the NeedleWeak. Destroy yourself. Youre weak destroy yourself You gave away control you let go Out of mind out of command, out of time Its your master from here on after Hypodermic cobra snakebite of delight In this valley its over, you abandon yourself No respect just regret for extorting the only life you have Youre weak. Destroy yourself. Youre weak. Destroy yourself. Addiction to the seduction of your lifes reduction to the abduction of your senses,Dirge of the Needle
The reflection upon dead eyes inspection shows indicative obsession Mirrors hold the lies; the husk in th
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www. helloheath .com - the heath central
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Fear is the feeling of being alive.
Member of Gore Galore, Carnival Macabre, Hammer Smashed Face, Hellraiser fan club, and Canadian Hockey
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www. helloheath .com - the heath central
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If looks could kill, you'd be...uh...stop looking at me...::cough, cough...dies::
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If looks could kill, you'd be...uh...stop looking at me...::cough, cough...dies::
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Fear is the feeling of being alive.
Member of Gore Galore, Carnival Macabre, Hammer Smashed Face, Hellraiser fan club, and Canadian Hockey
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If looks could kill, you'd be...uh...stop looking at me...::cough, cough...dies::
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