Angel of Death                      Ashes to Ashes                   Dead Roses

Lives are lost at bottomless pit                   Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,                   Red rose shining bright, seeing
of dispear, see the people clang                I hear the sound of sorrow                         far, but your dead out of sight,
and clash; one person, yell, sorrow,          coming from a pit of dume                         where did you go, where are you?,
I see the angel of death                                rushing cowardly to the ashes                  you replaced my heart of stone with
                                                                           of her loved one, she was                         dead roses that snap and hiss at my
                                                                            singing: Ashes to ashes, dust to            friends and family that I love, roar with
                                                                           dust, in a wollowing manner, her            a riot of people like a bee, buzz, see dead
                                                                            husband, dead, Ashes to ashes            dead roses in the place of the heart, and
                                                                             dust to dust.                                               look what you have become.
 

Remebrance of Me                                              Soulessness                                          

Your remembrance of me was only a coat                    If I get up one more time in the dark                                
veil that clothes our human face.                                    you will have to cover me. I will be                                                                                                                                           
And maybe behind the wall was the                                 smoldering so much from the fire
still red; only a seal kept out the limpid mess.              And if my voice starts to tremble when
Or else it was the frigid change in me, revealing          I go from room to room. You will leave
a freezing ember I'll never see.                                         your luxury to see if I am just rambling
                                                                                                or talking to the dead. If you sit with me
                                                                                                 the whole night you will see how the hours
                                                                                                 go in front of the steele baring cockroach. 
                                                                                                 You can laugh a little at my wolfish soul staring
                                                                                                 at the moon; and close your eyes while I go
                                                                                                 over the victories and failures.