[Music: Schulman]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning. The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold.
He was passing my world. Whistlin' the melody. In the simple suit with hands in his pockets. Dirty pieces of paper. Was floatin' in the air. And he was marchin'.
Road made of crosses. Way to the eternity. Symbol of the death. So ironic. . But adored by the living ones. Crying their tears. Prying over. Over the cold stone..
visionaire - silverscreen. distant mirrors all I see. shadows dancing closer. dripping from the orb. . master of misery. well, it's all said and done.
The sinners masquerade. An asylum for the weak. A feast for the wolf. Our faces lost in the deep. Empty space our souls to keep. . The hour of twilight.
un freddo pi pungente. accordi secchi e tesi. segnalano il tuo ingresso. nella mia memoria. consumami distruggimi. un p che non mi annoio. aspetto un'emozione.
It's early morning, the sun comes out. Last night was shaking, pretty loud. My cat is purring and scratches my skin. So what is wrong with another sin?.
As I look to the sky, throw my hands up and pray to Jesus to eas us. this pain is enough, believe us. Betreat us main from down on hell as you know, it really would't ment for what's the beared down below.
Fourteen shades to summer nights. we were shadowed by your light. . cause you and I were never faithful. . I hold you up so you can fall. you never seemed to care at all.
In my bedroom, in my bedroom, in my bedroom. I seek a foreign night. Aren't we the same, you and I, all our love gathers the storm?. Or should we share a brain, in our minds, all our love follows the road..
In a bay, it's easy water. It's time to go now. Don't let it stop now. Don't let it go. . I don't know where I am going. It seems like someone. Has lost their own mind.
Where we going from here. Well I don't know. It seems we fell down the stairs. We're now below. And Do you think that she'll call. My heart says no. Another bridge that has burned.
Life has stabbed you in the back. Retaliate. In violent ecstasy. Swift, vengeful hate. Their blood shall stain your pores. Microscopic ingestion of disease.
Se bastasse andare in giro. a fari spenti nella notte. per provare un'emozione. che non c'e' che non si vede. non si tocca non si sente...Non e' presente.
She runs right out to the very edge. Then takes a step back to clear her head. She got married at twenty one. After thirty years, it's hard to jump, it's hard to jump.
I talk to you on the telephone. At least two times a day. From hotels and truck stops. When I've been too long gone away. And I can see Cincinnati. From the Kentucky side.
Gold chains and shiny rings. An eye opening sight in the fading night. She knows they're watching. As her hips breathe in for their second skin. . Somebody better get out a warning.
Of all the things a popular song can bring. A permanent picture of hope. Is what I hate the most. . But now I'm happy when. I'm told to discover, there is no other.