See this beautiful place. Beyond time and space. That shines of glory and grace.. . It holds a reason to live and. Something good to believe in. And love to embrace..
There is a statue, enlightning the garden.. A beautiful lady, shaped into crystal. At the place of the heart,. There's a mirror reflecting the state of your soul..
All your dreams,. Are falling to pieces,. So much to give,. But so little to achieve,. All of the warnings,. Can't you see the signs ?. Taking part of a game,.
The uprising. Is quickly approaching. So grab your weapons. And head into battle. This reign of terror will come to a halt. . And what they saw were explosions in the sky.
Entangle wires. Electric flex paint my thorny life. Million of waves flowing in the sky. Shake the earth, this eternal land. I'm like a chain. A boring metal in the air.
(YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL. YOU'RE SO FAKE. (YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HOT. YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB BUT YOU'RE NOT!. (NOT! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB BUT YOU'RE NOT, YEAH!).
gasp for air as the fact hits home another goal blown. one down no more to go. whatever will I say to explain this. slip up fucked up and I've hitched my limit up.
What now Mr. Big Nuts. Running your dirty mouth. You didn't expect the game to be pulled out from under you. And you were hosing it all right. Spouting profanity left and right.
I walked along a boundless passage. It collapsed above my head. A cyclone sweeps me away. And avalanches plunge. . A craving for delight - no remembrance.
Your wrinkled hands reveal the time. You can't stop anymore. The expression of you eyes is still courageous. Your lips are pale, your skin is white. I thought you'd never fall.
The last glance at your door is killing me slow. Like a final sign of time. And these handcuffs can't tie me to this world. No answers can be given anymore.
Captured by time, I'm trying to move. But my limbs don't react. I've lost control. I'm so frail but I'm reaching the door. And I lean against, but it's closed.
Another time I've tried to walk along this icy way. Another time I've lost my balance. When my eyes turned gray. Too many screams don't let me fall asleep.
Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair. With that plastic on ya head, huh. Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man?. Look good. . I seen yall this mornin' on cops, man.
Tommy Mottola lives on the road. He lost his lady two months ago. Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't. Oh, oh, never, no. . He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honey.
One day when I got hungry I sold the wooden house. Thad to visit uncle Gandhi who lives in Calcutta town. Uncle Gandhi is rich he's a taxidriverman. And I know that he will help me as much as he can.
What are they doing here?. Something so familiar to my ears. . Well, they move like. Ancient science fiction on the vacuum screen. And they sing of love and loneliness.
In the year of 33, dead man walking on a hill. Carrying a cross on his shoulders. Aasvero was watching him, with his heart so filled by hate. For this man saying he's good.
Seal your eyes and use them inside. See if you know who I am. Feed your lies and breed them a while. Meet them again when you're near, yeah. . Under skin, left within.