Which one of you fuckers knows my gothic self?
Personally Wednesdays to me always mean lots of INCREDIBLE HILARITY. And today, also lots of proposals to various committees.
Ok, identify these lyrics yo.
he breaks the spell
still young and words from
out this dream of life and leaves us
sleeping stone rack
lying consumed by
phantom pains
and displays of greed
he slips from out this shadowland
and pain where heads grow soft and grey
and age destroys all hope
and spirits crush the men
and hide away
the wordless watch the soft sky smile
and breathless hear the low wind sigh
what death will join
no more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me..."
he breaks the chains
so young disspells
the hateful shades
of treacherous time
leaves us sleeping
tortured mute
devoured by ghosts
and dreams of life
slips through ties
and dust to be the world
we dream he lives apart
but everything we feel
the young and beautiful
and brave of heart
the wordless watch the soft sky smile
and breathless hear the low wind sigh
what death will join
no more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me..."
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me forever..."
Personally Wednesdays to me always mean lots of INCREDIBLE HILARITY. And today, also lots of proposals to various committees.
Ok, identify these lyrics yo.
he breaks the spell
still young and words from
out this dream of life and leaves us
sleeping stone rack
lying consumed by
phantom pains
and displays of greed
he slips from out this shadowland
and pain where heads grow soft and grey
and age destroys all hope
and spirits crush the men
and hide away
the wordless watch the soft sky smile
and breathless hear the low wind sigh
what death will join
no more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me..."
he breaks the chains
so young disspells
the hateful shades
of treacherous time
leaves us sleeping
tortured mute
devoured by ghosts
and dreams of life
slips through ties
and dust to be the world
we dream he lives apart
but everything we feel
the young and beautiful
and brave of heart
the wordless watch the soft sky smile
and breathless hear the low wind sigh
what death will join
no more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me..."
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
open your eyes and be with me
be with me forever..."
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Poems just make me switch off, don't know why, i'm sure it is lovely though Scylla, i guess i'm too nihilistic and not romantic enough. Curse my social scientific mindset!
Thanks for the word about splitting with people, very kind of you.
Sociology became my favorite subject towards the end of my undergrad career. I never enjoyed art history as much as i thought I would: so much memorization!