Dollyjunk

Like a speeding train with no destination, I cannot breath, I cannot pause, Where did it specify that in the clause?, Standing there at the station on a cold October night, Where my optimistic moon has been obscured by the cruel mistress clouds, The hurtful whore, Tart with no heart, My own heart beats to the rhythm of the train on the tracks, my hands shake, the vicious comedown, Slam down! Slam down! As the volatile thunderous noise speeds past my eyes, Slam down! A tragic loss, Like a speeding train with no destination, I cannot breath, I cannot pause. By Me (All Souls Night is in November, excuse my ignorance but its a b

What kind of beauty can withstand the evil burning flames?, the heat and strength to cause the worse destruction, What kind of beauty is pearly white and pure?, untouched by septic wine, that dulled your sight, pulled you under the tree of eden, where Mary's serpent, undefeated, wrapped itself around your neck? What kind of beauty can withstand the most impure?, What is my beauty for? Do you want to pluck at the fruit of my womb?, Do you want to help clear my confused blurred vision?, my earthy weakness, Look back and you will turn to salt, I've tossed it over my left shoulder, I have salted my earthy purity, What kind of bea

Hail Holy Mary, Ave Maria, Standing there on your pedestal, triuphantly, with the evil serpent beneath your feet. Atop a graveyard monument, I look up from down here, your humble servant and child. Did you really tell that tale, Did they indulge your lie? Can I relate to you? Or will I be bitten by the serpent as punishment for my mortal sin, That mortal earthy sin, Weak to the pleasures of the flesh. Which of these wines shall I drink to keep me pure? Leaning desperately against your cathedral door, the sacrament wine to help me achieve the sacrament divine, I hastily consumed which is dripping down my tainted fallen lips. I'

Your rhythm fails to beat, and now you've fallen at God's feet, And every word has just faded out and washed away, We find you hidden behind the stars blocked by clouds, And you don't even know how we're taken back, Fold, fall and fade to black, Fade, fade, fade to black. There was so much that we packed and stored to say, but it was never the time nor place, You didn't hold your last breath, And our words piled up in a stack, Fold, fall and fade to black. Fade, Fade, fade to black. The dull and gnawing thoughts that pain us all, How we could have tried and help break the fall, The brave and blunt words we didn't say, The tone