Opheliac.: EL MUDO.

Dicen que el español es para hablarle a dios pero a mi hace mucho que dios no me escucha.

Vermilion

She seemed dressed in all of me Stretched across my shame, All the torment and the pain Leaked through and covered me. I'd do anything to have her to myself, Just to have her for myself. Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do When she makes me sad. She is everything to me, The unrequited dream, The song that no one sings, The unattainable. She's a myth that I have to believe in, All I need to make it real is one more reason. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad. But I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. A catch in my throat choke Torn into pieces I won't. No. I don't want to be this but I won't let this build up inside of me (won't let this build up inside of me) She isn't real. I can't make her real. She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalities So fragile, yet so devious She continues to see Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home... Forever Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad She is everything and more... The solemn hypnotic, My Dahlia, bathed in possesion She is home to me, I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse But the stress is astounding, It's now or never She's coming home... Forever Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad, Hard to say what caught my attention, Fixed and crazy... Aphid attraction, Carve my name in my face... To recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize and I wont let this build up inside of me, I'm a slave and I am a master, No restraints and unchecked collectors, I exist through my needs... to self-oblige, She is something in me that I despise, I won't let this build up inside of me, I won't let this build up inside of me, She isn't real I can't make her real, She isn't real I can't make her real,She isn't real... by:_ corey Taylor_

The Virus Of Life.

I can see you but you can't see me, I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me, Wait a second and you'll settle down. I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down, You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing, You don't even know the danger you're facing, If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you, And if you hear me I'll enjoy trying to find you, I've been with you all day, I'm trying to stay calm, I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe, I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me, Just keep the violence down, Not yet - don't make a sound, Oh God I'm feeling it, It's reaching fever pitch, My skin is caving in, My heart is driving out, No mercy, no remorse, Let nature take its course, Watching - Bring me to my knees, waiting - I am your disease, Lover - set my symptom free, Covered - you won't feel a thing, You can't feel a thing (shh, wait, shh, no, wait, wait, no, shh, wait, wait, not yet, no, wait, wait) I'm sweating through my veins, I'm trying to hold on, It's unbearable, it's almost worse for me, I'm gonna tear you apart and make you see, MAKE YOU SEE! Watching - Bring me to my knees, waiting - I am your disease, Lover - set my symptom free, Covered - you won't feel a thing, This is the virus, THE VIRUS OF LIFE, This is inside us, The crisis, the knife, This is the virus, The virus of life, This is inside us, The crisis, the knife, It's almost time to play, It's time to be afraid, I can't control the pain, I can't control in vain, Oh God I'm ready now, You're almost ready now, I'm gonna love you now, I'm gonna break you down, I see you in the dark, I see you all the way, I see you in the light, I see you plain as day, I wanna touch your face, I wanna touch your soul, I wanna wear your face, I wanna burn your soul, Watching - Bring me to my knees, waiting - I am your disease, Lover - set my symptom free, Covered - You can't love me, This is the virus, the virus of life, This is inside us, THE CRISIS, THE KNIFE, This is the virus, the virus of life, This is inside us, THE CRISIS, THE KNIFE, THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE! by:_ Corey Taylor_

Opheliac.

domingo, 6 de junio de 2010

EL MUDO.

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