And I can see you in my mind. Take it all inside. I know you want what's in my mind. . You are Lion of Judah, I come to you today. You are Lion of Judah, all for your grace I pray today.
Lost in dark far beyond the night. Lost in path hardly we can find the light. Obedient to our lies. Deceiving with fidelity falter on our stones. Crawling scarcely to pave the mystic floor.
Sad is the feeling I've grown. Dying velvet light. Building hopes upon you. Love was ment to last.... . Memory is failure. For all your faces lost. Replaced by the shady.
As he walked these desolated fields,. he felt his spirit weaken. These were the days that you know not,. this was long ago. The tortured soul of fathers old.
One has to see what isn't shown. One has to hear what isn't said. One has to get what can't be owned. And then to live when all is dead. . Frustration is the guide of your actions.
Me and a buddy Joe were hanging.... Out in a bar the other night. And we got into this little argument. With some people with short hair. And they called us a bunch of long haired assholes.
Taking in all I can see. I can't see what's ahead and I don't want to see what's lying behind. No way out, no way to stay. My reason is blind, my reason is blind, yeah.
Steal a diamond and pierce my heart. with its point. And take three silver drops of blood. to sow your dried flesh. Use the harvest you get to appease the hunger.
(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid madness. (into my veins). In a torturing pain. Damaging my mechanics with synthetic,. corroding rains. . In chambers of future science, my liquid crystal eyes.
I've had better days.. ENOUGH.. I'm not good enough.. How do I know today won't be like yesterday?. Give me one good reason to get out of bed.. Turn it off..
My problem is I can see it.. My problem is I have seen it.. . Look what it's done to me.. . Watching what it's done to you.. . 13 hours at a time, or 9-5..
Last chance kids, it's time to rock. It's time to move, it's time to live. Last chance kids, before we're old. Before we're tired, before we give. If this is the last time we play the last song.
Bones crushing. Skulls smashing. In the Vice. Of hell. Demons shoving. Tortured souls. In the lake. Of fire. (Chorus 3 Times). Lake of fire. Spirits forming.
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it. I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard. Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods. Like Mother Goose who lived in a shoe.
Shaun was ten when he made a pledge not to show his dying face.. He remembers too well that day, people dressed for the wake.. Now he sails the seas. Old man.