Song The Torment Of Existence Weighed Against The Horror Of Nonbeing - Mayday Parade. You could call me a fiend. Say I’m unbalanced as I’ll ever be. Wait around for the hook. All while you’re
Weak and sick I crawl. In the dust of past mistakes. Leaving for the darkness. Of tears and cold heartaches. Suffer in this grief. Of forever burning hate. The ashes of my life. By the torment
Bestow upon me magic. Wizard-all knowing all wise. I want to rule this kingdom. Make sweet the breeze not once defiled. Dethrone the evil prince's iron fists. In velvet gloves of sin. Parade
In the empty spaces of the mind that's here I store my past. A ghostly image that I fear has yet to be surpassed. I pray that I won't carry all the pain 'til the end No direction from your guardian
If love's a sweet passion, why does it torment?. If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?. Since I suffered with pleasure, why should I complain. Or grieve at my fate when I know 'tis in
title for this game? Far away in the wastelands of hell, full of torment and pain. Demon knights riding over the heights where fallen are slain. Violent fury of fire, storming death now, no life will
