Ryan Whites Trip To The Blood Lyrics & Chords By The Grand Color Crayon

Eight and a half years of confusion turns into a lifetime of torment. Of replacing the unreplaceable. Of questioning the unquestionable. My life without you will exhausted by the...read more

Waldo. waldo. waldo. waldo. Where can, where can he be? Where can, where can he be? Waldo! where can he be! Where is waldo? where's waldo? Waldo where are you? And are you...read more

bring me the wizard, being me the master of the science of signs, bring me the wizard, bring me the wizard, bring me the master of the science of signs......read more

Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. Not a crumb of dirt anywhere we are all alone here and we are dead. I am a prophet: more calamities; more death;...read more

We speak in circles in speak with tripping tongues tripping over our own saliva secreting from our wounds. these lame metaphors are metaphorically tearing at my heart strings. if you...read more