Hello my love,. Hello my dear.. Did you wake up from all of your dreams,. Now your in reality.. I won't carry your guilt anymore(anymore).. You're gonna have to look out for yourself..
Every time I try to take control I'm getting mad. Things are always different than you want them all to be. I have learned a million times you can just make it bad.
Featuring: Andrew Neufeld aka The Goose from Comeback Kid. . This will not be the new revival or a claim to fame.. Far away from the slings and arrows is whre you go to pass your blame..
Cody, Mad Gear, Haggar, vengeful, slums,. uptown, subway, Hollywood, 2P, Axel,. Sodom, Thrasher, katana, barrels,. dynamite, burger. . Subway, city, violence, cage.
The new prophets have arrived.. The new prophets have arrived.. Let this be the battle cry for all these unlawful crowned heads.. They masquerade themselves as the bringers of freedom..
None speak of the pious in history:. Notre Dame conquered by a pote maudit.. Beyond Frances gendarmes and butchery. rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring.
Just a little taste, then best friends we are. You take me in, just to spit me out again. This time is now, my time is gone. My freedom leaves me, a broken soul..
Wont you say a prayer, for everything we fight for. We will not back down, together we stand out. When you're on your own, just know you're not alone.
Before you leave please believe I need you more than ever. Before you go you should know I need you more than ever. Before you leave please believe I need you more than ever.
Don't stick around. Don't stick around and watch it.. We can't offer questions to the answers that you're giving.. (Understand it) We can't make it perfect..
Sing it.. Singing a different song.. Make it.. Guess who will play along.. I can't help looking at me.. C'est La Vie.. My hands are free as can be.. C'est La Vie..
Fear breeds contempt in the hear of a man. One has to question this common trait. Why do we hate what we don't understand?. Forced into a body and damned with intelligence.
I knew you some years before. Deep in prayer under bough. Futile sighs in vital skin. Your flesh caressed by night. . Yet change came quickly. A bruise in the air, it staggered within.
Pick your fights. Tonight the dream is real. These neon lights. Reflect the way I feel. . Fallen Bird. Take my wings. I am lost. Through all my dreams.
I find nothing inside. Nothing that let's me understand. The faults and sacrifices I have made. And endless search for the answers I'll never find at all.
Looking up to the sky for a sign. In retrospect all visions failed time after time. Behind the mask, inside the mind. Another martyre crucified. Walls of endless mystery.