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Acoustic Funeral (For Love in Limbo)

H.I.M.

Screamworks: Love in Theory and Practice, Chapters 1-13

2010

the golden mean
By these acts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free

[Chorus]
The acoustic funeral for love in limbo
We're dancing with tags on our

The Best of Enemies

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

The fact that we might not want
To be 'saved'.

[The Sorcerers Creed]
Fear is an old friend of mine,
We have met many times before.
(Drawn to these

grabbin' my crotch
Designer all on me I'm fresh head to toe
We not high key, keep that shit on the low
Fuck is a bed take this dick on the floor
Voice in my

I'm on the corner of my block yelling love the world 
'Cause this is the spot for every interrupted boy and girl
Avoiding the whirl winds as we swerve

prevail
And hunters become hunted, this is the oath we made

(Pre-Chorus)

Get rid of the shakles they have put on you
Be brave and you won't be alone
So

the seedings (Seatings)
Different brackets
Different tax
Swinging hatchets
What's your max
Can probably pass it
This the creed and I'm an addict
I'm always at it

magical rhymes While I Lean on sofa
This is my creed for lord, this is my creed for four eyes
I Bleed for more light All eyes on me, but I see only two eyes

in the Creed, which are interwoven by rich melodic models and harmonic complexity that make this movement resemble a patchwork quilt. Various tempos

And even when I've tried to leave You
You have never left me

This is my creed, this is what I believe
This is who I am, You are all I'll ever need
So, when

creed
Turn it up, bring the volume up
Let this fuck you up
The Ad Libra crew is right here in the cut
People tell me that I haven't made enough bangers
I

But his heart is cold and it's out of hope
This was it, he was on the go
Jump in front, play the toad 
Hope that his life didn't end slow 
But he heard

This is a news feed
We drop shiiid like we Isis
Drop kicks when we buy shiiid
Besides this
Cop Nikes without right ticks
I overdid it with nice things

We're gonna have some fun with this one, ha
Let's get it!

Skin's brown but the name is Whyte, macadamia
Young prince from the Incas, next throne

w the hustle flowing now my clock is ticking

Thought a nigga was crazy for dreaming now I got em tripping 

Thinking this was gonna be the end but

with an explosion
Swipe it with a flow magma styled like Subrosian
I see it to the end faithful because I'm chosen
Hylian devotion
The only one to do it

at the statue tomorrow at Ten, and we will begin your lessons.’ 
This is how it began. 


For three hard years Older grilled Younger on all aspects of music, then

Surprise!
Spontaneous Lex in her mind's eye
Got to rap fast, jump sky high, work
Play hard to survive night can you keep up?!
Otherwise, you can call this is

talking in a primitive language
This is why your mother's frowning
She is really embarressed
You're pretending to be smart
But you're silly and savage
So I

With the illusion that you’re right

Your mind is trapped in a no walls prison
Chained by fanaticism and senseless creeds
Too blind to be aware of your

the destruction that awaits this realm of existence
All hope is now passed on to he who walks the surface of the sun

In the end, the Ventunkuu had proven to be far

of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived!  Bones of four fifty
men lie

narcissistic state of mind
This denial of true self must meet its end
The breathing of this practice is tyranny

Call, Calling to all
End this tyranny
Call,

we've never been
Baby I don't need to see this town again
I don't know where it ends but I'm ready to begin
Take only what we need and throw caution

neglect is killing me
But I still want to pretend
That I believe in this creed
I will wait here till the end

[Verse 2]

Every night I have to face you