Xenoscry

My door's always open. My bed's never cold. And if you feel lonely Know that you're not alone. So send out the message And I'll be on my way. cause braving the night for you Is me saving the day. You're just down the street and I know were just friends But practice makes perfect let see how this ends. I'm done with the flirting And passing those glances. Lets crawl back in bed And take some chances. My door's always open My bed's never cold And if you feel lonely Know that you're not alone so send out the message And I'll be on my way cause braving the night for you Is me saving the day So I had my suspicions I guess

Longer than the snake what once before god stood, a sinful light shines on the face of our greatist triumph and its darker half still in shame. But like men and man separate but same. From many we are one. The individual living a collective conscious. Breeding and dying on the beds of the dead and still immortal as the sky, forever unto the very death of the sun the light that shines into darkness.

Come with me to a place far below. The sky is black, the ground soft with snow. The tundra is alight with the moon's ghostly glow. It is the hell of my heart, the hole in my soul. It freezes me within, It takes it's arctic toll. Why god must my heart be the coldest place I know.

Like two strings winding fate has placed us to one another grinding The forces gravity and love moving hands to strings our guidance from above When at last we meet our feet like strings, woven together, complete.