There once were two utopian societies. Pavonia, land of the peacocks. And Swaanendael, valley of the swans. Both have trade. Miserably. . There, behind every chair,.
[Words and music by Devin Townsend]. . Life, it's all life. It's all alive. It's alright now. We're home. Home, home, home.... . Light, it's all light.
I turn my head. I can't shake the look you gave. And I'm good as dead. Cause oh those eyes are all it takes. And all I want is you. . So I pull away. All I do is sit and wait.
Now it's time to rise. Time to fight. Time to run like you've never run in your life. It's the moment of your life. A reason why. All the blood, sweat and tears are falling down.
I tell you the truth no one can enter the kingdom. Unless he is born again unless he is born again (John 3:3). . How can this be (John 3:4). People give life to their children.
All roads lead the same direction. We all see eye to eye. Won't stand for a bad connection. We came to keep things tight. . Prove this, prove that. Proving is nothing.
yes! it's right feel indignation. stand and be heard - uprising nation. seize control from the undeserving. let's make our move - uprising nation. . all of the elite and the biggest money.
Lead me through these cities of imaginary trends. Something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend. As fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then.
One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat. With two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time. And the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky.
I can't sleep. Dry red eyes wide open. Starin' at the white stucco ceiling. Turn on the TV. Watch music on television. Have I heard this song before, did this already happen?.
Well do you want to talk about it?. Do you think you'd understand,. How things can get so fucked up. with such good, such good intentions. And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing.
Well do you wanna talk about it,. Do you think you'd understand,. How things can get so fucked up. with such good, such good intentions.. And if, if roofs turn to sky,.
Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.. Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.. At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations..
Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night. I love the jaundice of your skin. Its perverse plasticity. You make me want to smoke cigarettes. You make me want to drink whiskey.
Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night. I love the jaundice of your skin. Its perverse plasticity. You make me want to smoke cigarettes. You make me want to drink whiskey.
Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you ask,"What am I to do?" Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp. To give, or to take for yourself? Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself..
Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you ask,"What am I to do?" Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp. To give, or to take for yourself? Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself..
(Hammill). . Sometimes living for the moment. sometimes going with the flow. sometimes professing to be an exponent. of the quiet life. while night life.
Love comes from the most unexpected places. In someone's eyes you've never met, and once they get to know you. In someone's smiles you can't forget. and if the music plays on in your mind.