kittyfoxxy

With angel's heart and devil's mind seed of good or blood of swine dreams of hate all fed by love with demons hands we lock the door All in all a foolish rhyme we dream of death before our time with blocks we build a kingdom strong a home to bury our loved ones bones Inside our minds a sickly voice clouding voice perverting choice with devil's heart and genius mind we teach our young the way we die All in all a foolish rhyme we vision death and worship lies with blocks we build a kingdom strong a home to bury our loved ones bones

Your wounds are nothing compared to mine some hurt some irritate but they'll heal in time My wounds are much deeper much deeper than yours my wounds cry in anger while yours laugh with joy my wounds will not heal for they hold jealousy jealousy of what - will never come to be for those wounds will not heal no they'll soar like a dove. For the only medicine for this is the one called LOVE