Wake up in the morning. A smile on my face. Nothing but love for the human race. But then something goes wrong or something ain't right. I find myself in a great big fight.
Go on and wring my neck. Like when a rag gets wet. A little discipline. For my pet genius. . My head is like a lettuce. Go on and dig your thumbs in. I cannot stop giving.
Mindscan I: Arrival (Instrumental). Mindscan II: Entrance: (Instrumental). Mindscan III: Realization: (Instrumental). Mindscan IV: Welcome:. . Hello, welcome, don't be afraid, you've been here before.
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.
I synthesise and press a lighted key. Redo from start, I need more rhythm. Turn it on, compose a melody. A catchy beat, I put it on repeat. 1 and 4 was for the Commodore.
I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of. . I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of.
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.
Look up here, look down there. I am the new man. I'm tangled in wires, chip set adept. Memory load. . Keep your vogue, code that all have. Tomorrow's world we've all seen.
(Of, of, of, of). This is what I'm made of. (Of, of, of). . You can try but never stop me. This is what I'm made of. I will never ever let go. This is what I'm made of.
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;. For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.. My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;. If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now..
Mister Santa. Bring me some toys. Bring merry Christmas. To all girls and boys. And every night. I'll go to sleep singing. And dream about. The presents you'll be bringing.
I love to sing and I love to pray. Worship the Lord most every day. I go to the temple and I just want to stay. To hide from the hustle of the world and its ways.
I remember many times when I was just a child. How I played in that old house out on the farm. With rocking chairs and squeaky stairs, all pieces of her world.
Your smile lights up a room like a candle in the dark. It warms me through and through. And I guess that I had dreamed we would never be apart. But that dream did not come true.
Marching to Zion. . Come ye that love the Lord, and let your joys be known,. Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord.. And thus surround the throne, and thus surround the throne..
We charge into danger.. No guarantees or safe places.. No one can be trusted,. everyone is a suspect.. And all the money's worthless.. The town is trite and exaggerated..