Có 12 tác phẩm của tác giả Dead Poetic

 A Green Desire 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel. I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle. Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles.…

 August Winterman 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
And If I could teach the world to be.. I’d teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing. Perfect – As if my wings were like…

 Burgundy 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
Desperately waiting on something that’s more than nothing. I’ve been here forever waiting just to see your hands. If you hear me cry, It’s just something I’m always doing. Desperately…

 Ollie Otson 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
I see your eyes x-ray my insides. You’re screaming death to me, waiting for me to die. I see your eyes x-ray my insides. The rockstar autopsy. You need what…

 Taste the Red Hands 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
let it burn in your eyes! your cover is blown this time and you knew this was gunna happen you could taste the red hands and like the flies! you'll…

 The Corporate Enthusiast 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
The corporate beast has got me. I’ve fallen in the trap. This beast it feeds on me. I’m never coming back. You’ve sucked the truth out of me. Abolished honesty.…

 Arlington Arms 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia. Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved. On you. I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face. I…

 Bliss Tearing Eyes 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
‘Cause you bleed all the time. The pieces of a broken heart are wasted time. And I can’t forgive myself for all the things I’ve done. But you, you do.…

 Four Wall Blackmail 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
These four walls have seen the worst of me. They’re bleeding confession, but they’ll never speak. These four walls have seen the life I truly lead. They’re crying depression. They’re…

 Stereo Child 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
(Your tradition) I’m getting so sick of creating this music to please you The way it used to be is the very thing that blinds you. That’s why you can’t…

 Tell Myself Goodbye 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
These words roll of my tongue like second nature. But I’m far from my womb, and you know I’m far from you. So when do I come back to you?…

 The Dreamclub Murders 

 Dead Poetic | 13 năm trước
So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I remember you aspiration,…