Follow me down.
swallow it down.
a little bit of something instigating your frown.
the moon on the town, the blood on your gown.
you're always picturesque.
stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
i used to think about it then i...
chose the word indulgence, now i...
just need some room to stand my own.
why i live this way? who knows.
why i live this way? he knows.
is this damnation? or a beginning?
i'll take "b".
So once again the thought into my.
and visualize the blood as the life.
is to bend the wheel of my own kind.
i wish you'd see the hope in my eyes.
all in all sublime on this side.
then again you'd have to leave this life... ....behind.
why i live this way? who knows.
why i live this way? he knows.
is this damnation? or a beginning?
i'll take "b".