(Radio) Of no tomorrow.... No tomorrow.... No tomorrow.... . .... . Catch your breath as you watch your step. Head spinning round as you hit the ground.
Here's where the horror hits home. I figured it all out on my own. Heaven is what you make it. Hell is what you're putting me through. Out there waiting unknown, I get the feeling you're not alone.
As you approach me you want to compromise.. (beyond). You wish me dearly to surrender to the lies.. (beyond). I praise the symbols of your deepest misery.
Once again I am drowning.... in this lake of betrayal and lies. . So who are you to speak,. when they have already tightened the grip?. The creations of ones destiny..
Climb within me, read my satisfaction. because it is the strongest of sins that makes me what I am.. Live through me, feel my satisfaction. because you see, it is me who make them what they are..
Which pleasures await me in the chambers of lust?. Will you grant me redemption for my feelings so cold and unpure?. . I thought you'd never reach me but you're here by my side.
The centre of dreams. deprives me of things that should have been. As I wonder towards my final sin. there is no one to explain what I feel. Will you see to that I will arrive?.
In the very heart of your lustrous dream. bloody candles being lit by you. I am your child from this moment on. waiting for the dream to awake. - sweet dreams my dearest,.
Days are feeling shorter,nights are very long. Thoughts are in my mind,playing like a song. Memories of the past im trying to hold. Those that were made of silver and gold.
Forty days and forty nights. When walls of sand left no one alive. . The winter buried and covered their sins. Before the sunlight could bring back life.
In the beginning of time, at the dawn of mankind. An angel fell to the earth. To kill and to rape, all things that God made. Taking it for all it's worth.
About what's real and true. What can not be proven. What can be assumed. Once when I was younger. In the bloom of youth. I received an honest answer. When a lie would do.
The thrill is gone. The thrill is gone away. The thrill is gone baby. The thrill is gone away. You know you done me wrong baby. And you'll be sorry someday.
If you wait for me. Then I'll come for you. Although I've traveled far. I always hold a place for you in my heart. . If you think of me. If you miss me once in a while.
There is fiction in the space between. The lines on your page of memories. Write it down but it doesn't mean. You're not just telling stories. There is fiction in the space between.