LOOK IN THE MIRROR LOOK AT YOUR EMPTY FACE. REFLECTING PICTURES OF A LIFE AIN`T WORTH LIVING. THE TIME HAS COME AGAIN FOR YOU TO SATISFY YOUR LUST. FREE YOUR INNARDS FROM TURMOIL.
The magic seal is broken, to the gates of darkness. With a mighty burst they open, a way down to the abyss. A black horse with blazing eyes, waiting for the time to die.
[Music: O. Alexander]. [Lyrics: O. Alexander]. . Forever the snow falls into a pond of tears. As they fall from the sky. . . descending, sometimes they cry.
[Music and Lyrics By Mark Kelson]. . I stand in the rain. looking for the answers. why do I feel this way. withering like a dying rose. I must join you.
[Music and Lyrics By Mark Kelson]. . For centuries I've walked this world alone. immersed in the serenity of the shadows. filled with the blood of life.
[Music and Lyrics: Mark Kelson]. . Is this my coldest winter. I've lost my warmth, my soul. so still in your coffin. I want to touch you. a vision of perfection.
While passing judgment reigns. And this face is not our own. The evidence is on display. . And I fear its treason now. Betrayed by these teachers revered now.
Wake from your sleep, from the depths of this lifeless trance. Where you wait for death to claim you and return you to the ground, to clay and dust. The end you've chosen found, your death found.
(oh darling, please don't bring your trials home).. laugh. . .life is a tune. . .. every one knows. . .. don't be so serious with me.. now tell me i'm wrong. . ..
This room is screaming emptiness. silence breaks the air. it leaves me lying on the floor. it leaves me dying there. crawling through the trenches. you stand behind each door.
In this fading image. we'll carve our destiny. sometimes life is a cruel friend. sometimes that's what we need. I'll hold my eyes when the. light comes in.
Where the light burns a little brighter. where the shadows dance on the walls. where holy men hide their holy secrets. the sacredness of life is sold.
Shifting inside patterns. the division multiples. echoing the mystery. mimicking the slide. sound searching slowly. below the flaming web. moving with his eyes like fire.
Hide the window watching. give hands that push the faces back. shiver in the alleys. and dying in the cold. little hands and little faces. what are you running from?.
Rolling back towards the continent. instrumental forces die. save excitement for line behavior. signal shifting to enter flight. my back is burning. in the heat of the atmosphere.
Call the card. left to lay. just a path. against our future days. lay direction. read the face. understand our crooked ways. smile at this. directed plain.
Sjeti li te dah ljeta. i pjesme uz gitaru,. kad se djeca ljube. i mirise na travu .. Jos smo broj ovog kraja,. guzva nam je poznata,. beskrajna zezanja.
Intro:. Ouh Ouh!!!! Yeah! East Africa Pon Di Place. We nadi Burn dis ting!!! C'ruxx and Brass.... Chorus:. Tunavunjavunja (Vunja). Tunatema vitu moto tukiwapa kisogo.
A shadow of myself, just who am I Scan horizons. A tragic mystery. You could have left me here, sealed inside the pod. No one would ever know- The chaos control.
started off as little, but look,. how it's grown.... you were so carefree in your sin. now you reap the seeds you've sown. you thought you had control.