In the hush of the marrow where the moonlight turns cold
Mr. Whiteskull is walking these halls made of stone
Porcelain fingers trace cracks in my soul
Whispering secrets that I'll never own
Your name tastes like summer on a tongue made of dust
Channing Elizabeth, the girl I can't touch
With this heart that still beats in a chest full of rust
Though the rest of me crumbled away into dust

Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that only ghosts know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same

You dance through the daylight with laughter like wine
Golden hair catching the sun I can't find
I watch from the edges where curtains fall thin
A pale silhouette starving outside looking in
Your voice is a river that never runs dry
While mine is the echo that answers goodbye
I'd trade every rib for one moment alone
To hold your warm hand in these fingers of stone

Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that only ghosts know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same

If I could grow flesh from the dust of my pain
If these empty eyes bloomed into something humane
Would you see me then, or still turn away?
A man-shaped disaster who loved you too late...

Oh Channing... my unreachable flame
I'll keep burning quietly, whispering your name
In the garden of bones where dead roses still bloom
I'll wait for a touch that will never come soon
Hollow... so hollow... still loving you true
Mr. Whiteskull forever... in shadows... for you

Channing Elizabeth...
Creager...
Goodnight...

Hard rock version

bless Channing and bless this thread
good to see her back on top

>>190101
I couldnt stay away...

>>190099
Listen to this version it's a banger no cap.
>>190099

>Conehead making another Channing thread
Guess you will never learn, huh?

>>190179
Get out of here nigger.

>>190188
Nah I think I'll stay instead, Cueball.

disgusting, literally get a life lonely nigger

>>190179
He still hasn't killed himself too

>>190515
I am never going to kill myself.

Remastered final version of Oh Channing/The Knight's Lament.

Lyrics:
In the hush of the marrow where the moonlight turns cold
I'm alone wandering these halls made of stone
Porcelain fingers trace cracks in my soul
Whispering secrets that I'll never own
Your name tastes like summer on a tongue made of dust
Channing Elizabeth, the woman I cannot touch
With this heart that still beats in a chest full of rust
Though the rest of me crumbled away into dust

Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that ghosts only know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same

You dance through the daylight with laughter like wine
Golden hair catching the sun I can't find
I watch from the edges where the light falls thin
A pale silhouette starving outside looking in
Your voice is a river that never runs dry
While mine is the echo that answers goodbye
I'd trade every rib for one moment alone
To hold your warm hand in these fingers of stone

Oh Channing, my light in a world made of bone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love is a secret that ghosts only know
I'm hollow, I'm hollow, still aching for you
A skull full of roses that never broke through
Every beat of my silence keeps calling your name
Unrequited, undying, forever the same

If I could grow flesh from the dust of my pain
If these empty eyes bloomed into something humane
Would you see me then, or still turn away?
A man-shaped disaster who loved you too late...

Oh Channing... my unreachable flame
I'll keep burning quietly, whispering your name
In the garden of bones where dead roses still bloom
I'll wait for a touch that will never come soon
Hollow... so hollow... still loving you true
Your Knight forever... in shadows... for you

Channing Elizabeth...
I'm still here, still loyal
Always...

This is the most pathetic shit I've ever seen.

>>190573
I'm still here, still loyal

So Roberto from El Estanque seems to be wildin out cus of stress from the budget situation and is torching bridges and possibly destroying his show... grim.