All of these entries are the lyrics for the songs that can be found here: www.myspace.com/mysticyn

(Oh, and just in case anyone wondered if they could, feel free to act like you know certain things for sure.)

You would cry and I'd be waiting
for you to come and speak to me
and let me interrupt your weeping insanity
like I could sit there, eat your parent's food
while you'd run upstairs, away from me
dying from your big perscription drug disease

the holiday, venom spray
spouts from your heart and out your eyes
and my music dies
buried by the wave

I'm a fool to think that something
could ever come from these wretched songs
that just make you cry
and try to hold onto what is gone
I could tell you that you're beautiful
and that the love that I have is true
but nothing can take away
the bloody hurt in you

on Christmas Eve, could I believe
that a vampire with a soul
could be so decieved
to fill your heart-like hole?

why can't I be your brother?
why can't I be the shower on your naked skin?
why can't I be the silver light that tumbles in
through the frosty black and the pink sparkle spin
to your sweet emerald eyes?

on Christmas Eve, could I believe
that a vampire with a soul
could be so decieved
to fill your heart-like hole?

why can't I be your brother?
why can't I be the shower on your naked skin?
why can't I be the pills you take
to be what you've been
like somehow you could live that fairytale again
till the day the we both die
...and you would cry