Friday, February 17, 2012

Mashed potato - the sequel

Same thing as the one Caprice did, but this time with the Cynic's songs! Doo de doo de doo. I doubt anyone will recognize the songs used. I'll try to use some more-well-known songs I guess. I'll TRY.

Love preys the living and praises the dead
In the heart of our hearts by death we were wed.
All I ever wished for was a vengeance on solitude
All I ever longed for; the presence of you
The soul you're about to sell for passion deranged;
The heart you're about to fail for reasons insane.
Confusion writhes around our hearts impatiently
It drains the faith that lights the dark and sets us free
I dream in darkness, I sleep to die
Erase the silence, erase my life
Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
She got down on her hands and knees, one ear against the ground
Holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound.
And down below your veins run dry, your vacant eyes
I lost control, your face is pale, your body's cold.
I can't see the stars anymore, living here.
Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear.

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