Hřích Lyrics & Chords By Anne M. Christiansen

Blackened nothings whispered. i want this dead; there's no more to say. i've found myself lacking in all but a few necessary motives. fastened to whitewashed terms. polish made...read more

I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort. Feels like we're knocking on all the wrong doors. Give me the...read more

So I remember when he used to call my name. He used those letters that I wish I could forget. It was never the tone of his voice or the people in his pupil's, no, not his...read more

Hang your head down low, hang your head down low. It's so easy to be put to sleep so hang your head down low. And I hear they only walk the night, cuz I know their not color...read more

I told you to call me when I'm good and dead. But you didn't listen, you wanted love instead. Now I'm just thinking what you could have said, but you figured out my name, three...read more