Blackie Malone
BlackHeart
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2005
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It's night fall and the demons stir
they speak to me in tongues so sweet
and their lies begin to make wicked sense
I think of times when laughing was easy
and nothing seemed to matter
memories now past tense
now I dwell on anger
wallowing in shame
I've cut myself too deep
as I wait for the release I smile
for there are Angels in America
and their song lulls me to sleep.
they speak to me in tongues so sweet
and their lies begin to make wicked sense
I think of times when laughing was easy
and nothing seemed to matter
memories now past tense
now I dwell on anger
wallowing in shame
I've cut myself too deep
as I wait for the release I smile
for there are Angels in America
and their song lulls me to sleep.



