Skyrocketing gas prices,. Another Mideast crisis.. Life is full of surprises -. Self-destructive devices. . Racial hatred without end;. Bigots up around the bend..
Death flashed out of the skies,. Fueled by terrorists telling lies,. A fireball searing our eyes,. Burning deep into our brains.. One hundred and ten stories later,.
You know that deception starts. In men's minds and in their hearts,. But do you know where truth ends?. The answer's not, "That depends!". . Is all that we see or seem.
They had me rehabbin'. In an old log cabin. Just this side of San - ity,. Somewhere in the outback.. I was close to thinking. That my drugs and drinking.
I'm not making this up.. The whole world's breaking down.. No one's taking this cup. From us this time around.. . Famines, earthquakes, disease;. Still we all fake wellness..
You took me to the highest mountain,. To show me the world that you know.. You said that when you reach the top,. There's only one place to go:. To the valley below..
The road was straight, from there to here;. We held no hate, we felt no fear.. The hand of fate had made it clear:. Don't hesitate, be of good cheer..
There was a voice from the darkness,. Muddy hands upon my face,. And, in an instant, that darkness. Left without a trace.. . I saw the Son for the first time.
What'll I do today?. What'll I do today?. I spend all of my time. Just making up my mind,. Walking down that lonesome highway.. Walking down that lonesome highway..
I think I know where I am -. I'm stuck in a traffic jam.. Not a roadway blocked with cars,. But one littered with broken hearts.. . Caution signs are everywhere;.
The great gray sky loomed large overhead;. The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead.. Fate had lingered and then fled;. Fortune nodded, then turned and sped.
Where the seed comes from, we don't know.. With care we plant it, watch it grow.. Give it some shelter from the storm,. Water it daily, keep it warm..
It all started when Adam. Had a bite to eat with Eve.. It wasn't long before God. Told them both they had to leave.. They munched on forbidden fruit;.
Kickball's flying in the old school yard,. All of a sudden, it hits you so hard -. Boss startles you as he slams the door,. And you realize that you're ten no more..
Tell me, Icarus,. What do you see?. I see a thousand faces. Looking up at me.. . Tell me, Icarus,. What do you hear?. I hear the Voice of God. Whispering in my ear..
You don't know what you have done. Now that you're owned by the night. Owned by the night. Owned by the night. You don't know what you have done. Your mind makes its own forms in time.
This pulsing sound. Too close to ignore. Reminds me of a dream. That can't exist. That won't exist. . A distant voice. Deriving from the past. Tells me of those glorious days.
This wicked streak I have in me that I never wanted you to see. In my heart I hope and pray. I'm not this way but I am. Girl I try but I just can't seem to find.
The landscape of my mind has never been so dreary.. clouds form overhead and puddles grow beneath me.. I still walk along, waiting for a calm in the storm..
Engulfed in an ocean, embraced by an illusion,. Rationality is hard to come by.. I can see my old self floating further and further away,. with each breath I waste..