

My CageYou are my cage, Gilded and bright You keep me safe from the world by day and night Me, I am your bird, something frail in your eyes I flap my wings to fly, but you keep me locked tight.My Cage
The cage you made me look bright But the truth is not so fine The gilded bars are brass, not gold and tarnished black as night
I flutter and flap to free myself The door has no lock, but it's long since frozen shut I must force my way free I must fly past your grasp
To fly into the blue sky, free from my prison Into the worlds I'll go, and fly under the open sun


Lament For the MoonLament For The MoonLament For the Moon
Here i sit in my cold dark room full of Love, yet full of gloom A cold passion I once knew she flies too soon above the moon
Cold and barren A moonlight night of thee i wonder on this my plight flight and fancy it's you I mourn the dark lament of your sweet scorn
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When the toast is burned, and all the milk has turned
and Captain Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you, may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell.
Newsboys "Breakfast"
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An experimint failed is an experimint tried.
Lol, it seems like just about everyone from MAIL can be found lurking around here.
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Beauty is as Beauty does; hold your head high, you are beautiful. Art Of Rain...
If my dearest Chaos is King, then that indeed Makes Queen of me, for thus the King is mine.
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Beauty is as Beauty does; hold your head high, you are beautiful. Art Of Rain...
If my dearest Chaos is King, then that indeed Makes Queen of me, for thus the King is mine.
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