

The True Meaning Of ObessesedEveryday My Thoughts Get More Frightening All In Vain Scared That They Come Out Of Hiding Because Of All The PainThe True Meaning Of Obessesed
With Every Step You Take Back My Thoughts Get More Obscene Like There Right Out Of Oblivion At Night They Make Me Wanna Scream
Sometimes I Want To See There Blood Spilled All On My Sink I Wanna Torture There Weak Bodies Untill They're The Very Meaning Of Mink
I Need To Put These Thoughts In Hiding I Need To Have Them Oppressed Before My Opheliactic Self Shows You The True Meaning Of Obsessed


Burning SandI Am The Dark I Am The Sickend My Mind Far Out Of Reach Because This Hellish God Will Keep Taking From What There Is Only One Of EachBurning Sand
Only One Love In My Life Only One Reason Not To Die Only One Sun That Can Break Through My Darkened Sky
Now My Heart Is Empty And So Is My Hand They Talk About This Hell On Earth I Live In This Burning Sand
And What Seems Every Million Years This Bird Comes, But Doesn't Stay And Takes Nothing More Or Nothing Less One Grain Of Sand Away
Life Is Never Certain Nothing Is Left For


If Love Is A LaborI'm Glad I Know What I Didn't Know ThenIf Love Is A Labor
Like How Much Self-Damage You Can Do With A Pen
Writing About Things That Never Could've Been
You Can't Stop The Ink Once It's Under Your Skin
Is My Life Right Or Wrong? Is It Violin?
You Can't Play A Song By Pulling It Strings
Real Love Doesn't Take Time
That's Right Out Off A Song, Probably The First Line
Probably The First Time, Like The First Taste Of The Finest Whine
Chills Running Down Your Spine
Intertwined Ripped Back Apart
I Wanna Stop Ending Up With A Broken Heart
And If Love Is A Labor I'll Quit


Something So RealMy Life Didn't Stop, But At One Point It Slowed DownSomething So Real
There's Only One Fool Telling Me Not To Give Up Now
The Rest Says I Should Quit, That She's Just Playing With Me
That She Doesn't Give A Shit
I Know Thats Not True
It's Not You To Hurt People That Love You
But Well, Hell Is What I've Been Trough
So Why Can't It Be, That I Just Couldn't See
That The Real You, Isn't Ment For Me
But How Can Something So Real Be So Off
So Normal It's Not, So Strange I'm So Lost