His heart - a cold, jagged stone on a winter night.
Solace through man's greatest depths; a tombstone mind stirs so deep.
That if his eyes were doors, they'd lead to a moonlit grave.
Seduction creeps; the touch of a cold embrace.
For they won't be coming home, lest you contain the will.
......
His heart - a cold, jagged stone on a winter night.
Solace through man's greatest depths; a tombstone mind stirs so deep.
That if his eyes were doors, they'd lead to a moonlit grave.
Seduction creeps; the touch of a cold embrace.
For they won't be coming home, lest you contain the will.
......