Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End Lyrics

Is this what I wish for those and all they know?
To depend on how cowardly I should act
(From hell or is it coming within?)
If she won't give me the love I came here for
With pen I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey what is it boy?
But I won't rest 'till death, 'till death do you part

This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter flight tonight
(From hell or is it coming within?)
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same
The emotion's enough to kill the sane

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey what is it boy?
Besides, I only hope you know that I love you

Feed little maggot off the Westside of your sin
Run little maggot 'till they learn of what you did

Feliz seria que hora(X4)

From start to finish I made you feel this
Uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned
To love through this hate to live with it's weight
A burden discerned in the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the break of being
Hardened in hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

The curve of your body
How I want her with me
The truth of the story
The Vishual, I wish you all

The better end of all to come
The truth be now here one by one
I am to you extend to none
The memory to fuel the fire

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
A conscience and cold we'd never know
They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
These worlds will now learn of the dreams in his mind

Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in plain
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
No one is safe

With a quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt
Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth
Word write us well, signed, "Forgiveness for sale"
I'm through being full
Of all the might you want killed
The fiction will see the real
The answer will question still
And your body to blood, as your parents once went
You follow their lead one by one, every step

Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in plain
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
I will not save... your world

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