What is wrong with her eyes?
A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold.
A gaze that could make hell freeze over.
I have to understand she's gone.
But she's not! Don't you tell me that she is dead.
Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me!
And something here is not quite right.
Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes.
But I cannot stand to turn away.
When I do, she'll be gone.
It's frightening.
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door.
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Running now will only make it worse.
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop.
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder, will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas and my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't! [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/alesana/the_artist.html ]
Shaking as I rest her body down.
No one knows, only me.
It's frightening.
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door.
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Running now will only make it worse.
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop.
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder, will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas and my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
Why should I even try to stop to collapse?
There's a madman glaring straight at me!
Oh I know I've seen his face before!
I am sure I've seen his face before.
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder, will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas and my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't!
"overwhelmed with panic and paranoia, i convinced myself that i was being watched and that someone somewhere knew what i have done. Just the sight of annabel’s body blurred the lines of boundary between fantasy and reality. I just wanted to run away and try to gather my composure, but instead i controlled the urge and gave annabel a kiss one last time, and closed her eyes with the gentle touch of my blood-soaked fingertips. The goodbyes took over my mind and my apparent madness came back with a vengeance. I wanted to pretend it was all a dream but i knew that i couldn’t deny what horrid crime i had commit. I accepted my fate, so i hid annabel’s body and set out into the night. "
by Unregistered on Jan 1st 2012 5:22 pm
Edgar allen poe's poem 'annabelle lee'
that is what the whole album is about
by Unregistered on Dec 12th 2011 7:07 pm
The artist is a sketch artist who wakes up to find his love, annabel, murdered next to him in his bed. He doesn't know if he himself is the killer or not
by Unregistered on Oct 25th 2011 11:12 am
Goingc crazy witou the one he loves n hides the body n is basement n he knows somebody is watching him
"the artist, overwhelmed with panic and paranoia, is convinced that he is being watched and that someone somewhere knows what he's done. Just the sight of annabel's body begins to blur the lines of fantasy and reality. He controls the urge to run and leans down to kiss her one final time, closing her eyes with the gentle touch of his blood-soaked fingertips. His tortured goodbye plagues his mind and allows the madness to come pouring back with a vengeance. The artist accepts his fate, hides the body and sets out into the night. "
Since the artist is in belief that he killed annabel, he panics and takes the body to his basement to stash it, and he thinks people are coming to take get him, so he runs away.