Oboe concerto. All the best ones are dead . And there's a song I can't stand . And it's stuck in my head There's a song I can't stand . And it's stuck in my head Oboe concerto . All I do is
Tortured soul. Severed tongues. Blinded eyes will not behold. Jagged blade. Lacerate. Pushing forth the flood of death. . Trough flesh and frost. Life is lost. Amongst sin and steel
underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
Martin is talking to you. . Martin is a boy with problems. Martin has a family history. Martin has too many nightmares. He lives in a fantasy. There's a danger that he'll take too far. His
Verse 1 SHY Martin. Yes, we started a fire, now the bedroom is burning. Can we put it out?. 'Cause we're both saying things that we're gonna regret when. Every word's too loud. Pre-Chorus SHY Martin
