Lyrics Tybalt - Beborn Beton
Is
there
no
pity
sitting
in
the
clouds
That
sees
into
the
bottom
of
my
grief?
Oh,
sweet
my
mother
cast
me
not
away,
Delay
this
mariage
for
a
month,
a
week!
Or
if
you
do
not
make
the
bridal
bed
In
that
dim
monument
where
Tybalt
lies!
Or
if
you
do
not
make
the
bridal
bed
In
that
dim
monument
where
Tybalt
lies!
My
husband
is
on
earth,
my
faith
in
heaven
How
shall
this
faith
return
again
to
earth
Unless
that
husband
send
it
back
to
me
from
heaven
By
leaving
earth,
by
leaving
earth
God's
bread,
it
makes
me
mad
Day,
Night,
Hour,
Tide,
Time,
Work,
Play
God's
bread,
it
makes
me
mad
Day,
Night,
Hour,
Tide,
Time,
Work,
Play
Nothing
is
Impossible!
1 Myers Flat
2 The Edge of Wisdom
3 Twisted
4 Personal Hell
5 Into PCS
6 Ameriqua
7 Torture
8 Winter
9 Psychologic Secrets
10 The Reanimator
11 Chameleon
12 The Bolt
13 That Deadly Kiss
14 Despair
15 Tybalt
16 The 7th Trombone
17 The Scythe
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