Coheed And Cambria

The Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End
This is what I wish for those and all they know To depend on how coward I should get (From hell or is it coming within?) If she won't give me the love I came here for With pen I am armed here to the end Hey now, hey now, what is it boy? All the things that troubled you So visit your mirror image of what might have once been Hey now, hey now, what is it boy? But I won't rest Again 'till death 'till death do you part This is how I feel my cards have once been dealt The fights that flood or find tonight (From hell or is it coming within?) Is this love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same? The emotion is enough to kill the sane Hey now, hey now, what is it boy? All the things that troubled you So visit your mirror image of what might have once been Hey now, hey now, what is it boy? Besides SongtexteI only hope you know that I love you Oh I do Run little maggot Of the worst side of your sin Run little maggot Did they learn of what you did? Run little maggot Of the worst side of your sin Run little maggot Did they learn of what you did? From the start to finish I made you feel this I countered in turn With the world you learn To love through this ink To live with its wake A burden discerned In the blood you taste Why would you deny me answers? If I'm just a boy on the brink of being Hardened in hell through it's fire Be brutally honest, was it better before me? The curve of your body How I want, how I want her With me The truth of this story I wish you well I wish you all The bitter end of all to come The truth be now here one by one I am to you extent to none The memories of your fire Watching still With the words he unfolds Unconscious and cold We never know This dream has elapsed Of the dust from his eyes His words will now learn Of the dreams of his demise Could this be that hard for me? To figure in lieu of this pain To my new entity Or banish it home to the grave No one is safe With the quickness dried out As the lesson goes down Mercy of the men who put the pen in your mouth Words might as well sign forgiveness for sale I'm through being put through, I might as well tell Well the fiction seem as real The answer will question still In your body to blood As your parents once went You follow their lead One by one every step Could this be that hard for me? To figure in lieu of this pain To my new entity Or banish it home to the grave I will not save Your world Your world To the end of you Your world Your world Aus Songtexte Mania