The blue it speaks so full. It's like the beauty, one can barely stand. Or too much things dropped in your hand. And there's a green like the peace in your heart sometimes.
you've been trying to make me smile since September,. the miners all remember,. when you decided to go back down to the planets,. since then all I find is pyrite,.
My old flame, I can't even think of his name but it's funny now and then. How my thoughts go flashing back again to my old flame. My old flame, my new lovers all seem so tame.
My Girl Friday. ( Written by Curtis Wright / Carl Jackson ). . She stands there with her suitcase. We've been through all this before. I know it's gonna hurt me.
Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow. But you could choke to death on your pride. Did you think you might be the reason. Can you go to bed with your lies.
[Music and lyrics by Arkdae]. . Dies irae, dies illa. Solvet saeclum in favilla:. Teste David cum Sibilla.. . Quantus tremor est futurus,. Quando judex est venturus,.
[Music and Lyrics by Marquise Ermia]. . In my eyes. I saw your face. Shining in my skin. . In my eyes. My heart is crying. Drops of sadness. . In my eyes.
It's all this reeking ego craves. The sun to never set. Why do threads of anger never linger?. Why does the ember turn to stone?. To where the longing goes.
Lyrics: Sundin. Labyrinth of time.... Mine alone for now and ever more. (I'm all alone...). ..and I flew. above sepulchral monoliths,. nebulously dancing beneath the dew.
There is this face in the still water. I can't remember ever wearing. Like fingerprints on your heart. Reading out the last lines of code. To the untrained eye a secret.
All that's now been broken. On streets I dare not walk. Freedom is an illusion. I build my fences high. If there was something out there. I have learned not to expect.
We no longer support ourselves. We live through each others tears. We no longer caress, no longer take hold. 'Til this will be over again. . The dream is over when all this begins.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.
Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. Brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.
Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.
Rape us the time. You bring us this loving wave. Crosses they rose. On our once proud pagan land. . Those words they spoke were like. Needles on my skin.