We Fell in Love and Now the Wolves are Eating UsShe was as sweet as sweet could ever be,We Fell in Love and Now the Wolves are Eating Us by ~Cyclic-Regression
Were something sweet.
Our hearts are bare upon a blanket,
And if there's the smallest chance I'll take it,
I can only hope that she agrees.
Her eyes sparkle just like diamonds,
Underneath the light of a crescent moon.
There's a time for everything,
And I hope the time for this is sometime soon.
My heart's up in my throat,
And from the look of things I think that hers just might be too.
I will my tongue to move,
To help me form the words, "I love you."
But as I find the courage to speak my mind,
I hear a rustling nearby,
And I'll be damned if there is not a wolf.
Not one bu
The Bus Will Hit a Boat and Kill Everyone OnboardWell, I'm on the bus now and it's pretty sweet.The Bus Will Hit a Boat and Kill Everyone Onboard by ~Cyclic-Regression
The seats are well-cushioned,
The climate is pleasant.
The passengers are well-mannered and generally pleasant individuals.
Our driver seems nice, his uniform's neat.
It's such a lovely blue business shirt
That he attempted to stuff into his khakis.
I'm headed across town, to meet with my wife.
She's just returned from a trip,
And I'd like to give her a surprise.
Things are quite swell, yes,
Things are quite fine.
But the bus is going to hit a boat and we're all going to die.
See, I think,
The driver will have a heart attack,
Just as we pass the Laundromat.
Then like a train tha
MonumentYou forgotten,Monument by ~Cyclic-Regression
You parody a fool's lament.
I'll make hearts from ash,
And men from dust,
Singled out from the worst of us.
So fragile, and so
Safe, here, in your cul de sac existence.
If nothing else, I wish I could say,
Admire your persistence.
So well kept and kept away,
A dreary shore under light of day.
It whispers promises, far
Too frail to say.
Sheer lunacy, a lunar devil,
Left well enough to keep it level.
We'll die here, and die again.
The road behind, my worst of friends.
I turn upon my heels and think,
"To walk it all
Nights Like TheseOn nights like these, we could never need days.Nights Like These by ~Cyclic-Regression
I could want for more than such a subtle sense of peace.
I'll keep running, running, running.
Running right along, sing this tuneless sort of song.
On nights like these, I damn the things I've built.
I cherish blood that's spilled, I lie to what I've killed.
I keep running, running, running.
Running right along, the road was never long.
But I was still running.