.
Even in your eyes,
the malignancy took a bite.
It's eaten all your dreams,
and has you walking toward the light.
Now your pretty painted smile is
the only thing deceivin'.
Your pain has burrowed to the bone,
still there's nobody you'll believe in.
So when they slam the lid
at your tolling knell,
it is as simple
as ringing a bell.
To the novice unbeliever
I am the reaper of souls,
and you are the one
for whom the knell tolls.
Forever I have waited for you to turn blue,
now I have your permanent seal.
Just for the record, which lie did you buy
to make you believe that He wasn't real?
.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:50 PM UTC
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Even in your eyes,
the malignancy took a bite.
It's eaten all your dreams,
and has you walking toward the light.
Now your pretty painted smile is
the only thing deceivin'.
Your pain has burrowed to the bone,
still there's nobody you'll believe in.
So when they slam the lid
at your tolling knell,
it is as simple
as ringing a bell.
To the novice unbeliever
I am the reaper of souls,
and you are the one
for whom the knell tolls.
Forever I have waited for you to turn blue,
now I have your permanent seal.
Just for the record, which lie did you buy
to make you believe that He wasn't real?
.
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