Oh if dear
I could only saturate your hunger for the lust of love and smoke

And if only dear
You found the haunting beauty that I see
In wet mascara'd eyelashes against cheeks
And the sweet sweet cigarette kissess you give me

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will
And so Here I lay dead and still

Lovely scars
Stretch down your back from my awful forbidden hours
Lovely liar
He spins his mendacious web around my hips and around my eyes oh
In between the books of music and men's wars of times

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will

I have not a name for what I crave!
but this adoration haunts me for days
I cannot find A single time where I can rest my clouded head
All the pillows made of lead
Only bloodied towels remind me of why I exsist
Its like my life force must show itself too proove, unlike the way you've ever been to me.

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will

Dead and Still
Dead and Still
                Still
                Still
               ­ Still
                Still
                Still
              ­  Still