And I won't sit back and watch anymore. While all the fallacies and lies become to much to handle. You're on a train that's heading off its tracks. Back up, sit back and watch the flames dance.
Hope springs eternal in the human being. confront the truth of life. forever to be living in harmony. is it possible or do I fantasize?. . Sense the strength of the mortal man.
when candles and incense are not enough. to dispel the death i die every day. when an alter cloth over my wounds. cannot stop the bleeding. nor still my pain.
Aurora, Holder of dawn, keeper of all in the sky. Aurora, Hail the goddess, creator of shapes in the night. Aurora, Shadow catcher, grace us with the ever changing light.
He was a knight of the king. Who's end was near. He governed a country. Where the people lived in fear. . He was following the calls. And tearing down these walls.
My heart is empty. And my soul stone cold. Ages have past. Since I've been told. What's right or wrong. What to win or loose. I've lost my view. And I've paid my deuce.
shadows so pale. in the heat of the night. fading to grey. cause they're scared by the light. . shootin their arrows. with the wings of pain. restless unkind.
Rise.. A sentence given, to the afflicted living,. it's where the darkness allows me to overthrow any King of the kind,. (Chorus). And for this I sought the choir to sing aligned..
Humans lost humanity. Feelings are dead. The world is one machinery. Humans lost humanity. Success dominates. Without regard to casualties. You're one link in a big chain.
"You are here again. At this wicked place. Men look at you. They want to pay the price". Somebody speaks to you. He wants to set you free. He wants to be your real friend.
[Music: Roderer]. [Lyrics: Krull]. . [Lead: Roderer]. . Here I got it in my hands. The stuff which creates dreams. So I smoke it, I consume it. to get free, to feel well.
So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him in the black garret. The window's spotlight chasing him into the dusty sheets tossing.. Did he wince at the stuffed woodwose lined up with the manikins by the end wall? And when he made his way through the mishmash and.
My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My treasures They honour me Dead,. creaking trees They praise me Mute, mossy. rocks They worship me Empty shells Why exalt a man murdered by his own muse To prevent.
These tears of sadness. Falling with the grace of autumn leaves. . I have walked the path. Carried my mournful wounds. . A burden I am (to you). That is why I spilled my tears.
How I'd love to experience a heartquake. But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache. . These untimely little deaths. Would leave me out of breath.
Bad boy, bad boy. Bad boy, bad boy. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation.
Plan A: Take, knife, cut deep. Plan B: Take gun, blow off your skull. . Hesitation wounds. No you couldn't follow through. . Plan C: Take rope place around your neck.
Yeah I know what you are. Just an icon for fools to succumb to. Yeah I know what you are. A false deity, imposter. Yeah I know what you are. Sacrificed by those you were sent to save.
I didnt think I would write this song, until I heard Asher Roth come on, and even though it hurt so bad, I typed this song from my feelings to my notepad.
These memories they fade quick with every breath. I realize with you gone. I can feel whole. Was forced to bow. but my face will kiss the ground. never again.