Reaching out in dead of night. Emptiness by candlelight. Memory, a haunted sea. Souring in sudden rage. . The damage plagued upon my love. Driven by this selfish urge.
Reaching out in dead of night. Emptiness by candlelight. Memory, a haunted sea. Souring in sudden rage. . The damage plagued upon my love. Driven by this selfish urge.
Reaching out in dead of night. Emptiness by candlelight. Memory, a haunted sea. Souring in sudden rage. . The damage plagued upon my love. Driven by this selfish urge.
I'm not asking for favors. not tonight. I look up in the sky....... all the rockets fall down (fall down). too many promises. too many lies. too many faces for me to know.
I'm not asking for favors. not tonight. I look up in the sky. all the rockets fall down (fall down). too many promises. too many words. too many faces for me to know.
So I am lost. And I am found. With contradictions I can't resolve. So many paths. So many doorways to the truth. . And when I dream, I know her face. But the mist obscures my way.
When life has slipped behind this isolation. Cruelty and hatred have become. The cause of those whose eyes are full of wanting. The truth will still abandon none....
down on the other side of things. the triggers fast and light. bringing home this emptiness. for which you had to fight. it doesn't matter if your giving.
La la-la la la la-la-la. La la-la la la la-la-la. . A secret action to create. Like children sing my dreams awake. So little light. Becomes the sun. .
Stranger the darkness a hint of perfume. Rising from your lips towards the window. The sunlight is twisting lines in my eyes. Leaving me far too dizzy, to see.
Cover your ears. Disguise the sound. Change your course. But don't turn around. These words you hear. Will drag you in. They'll swallow you. Don't let her win.
My body's made of fire. Black and deep and cold. Burning for the choice I made. So many years ago. . And love will keep me tethered. For my wings are stripped of flight.
Rolling back towards the continent. Instrumental forces die. Save excitement for line behavior. Signal shifting to enter flight. . My back is burning.
It flashes before my eyes like a neon sign (a neon sign). Visions of everything in life that could ever be. And every word rips inward back through time (back through time).
Who knows what kind of reality the soul occupies,. and where it goes when the body ceases to function?. It has been my experience that all things follow patterns.
I've seen the terrible hand of struggle. and felt the pain the hubris brings. I have tasted the wisdom of divinity. and the horror of its sting. . And though they tell you i am lost.
Opportunities are lost. in a starving shade of silence. and every battle fought. has left me looking back. What we obtain through isolation. often leads us deeper into war.
I've seen the terrible hand of struggle. and felt the pain the hubris brings. I have tasted the wisdom of divinity. and the horror of its sting. . And though they tell you i am lost.
I've seen the terrible hand of struggle. and felt the pain the hubris brings. I have tasted the wisdom of divinity. and the horror of its sting. . And though they tell you i am lost.
I've seen the terrible hand of struggle. and felt the pain the hubris brings. I have tasted the wisdom of divinity. and the horror of its sting. . And though they tell you i am lost.