you are my angel

the path is clear, though no eyes can see, the course laid down long before. and so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen, though many times they've seen the way to leave

we hid in catacombs

i love the passing of time

Letting your days go by... 🤔

i turn my face and hide in shame

hangin' out where i don't belong is nothing new to me

what a magnificent purpose

and you think love is to pray but i'm sorry i don't pray that way

i was the pilot of the shooting star

over and over we die one after the other

oh i'd wait there, float with the wreckage

a place where nothing, nothing ever happens

he rides majestic past homes of men who care not or gaze with joy.

i should've quit but instead i took care of you

whatd ce qui or whatever it is is it spanish for what

i came, a gentle hill racer

i called up my loved ones, i called up my cousins

now and forever

'and is that supposed to balance the scales, make up for everything else you do?' 'it makes up for nothing. i am what i am'