I don't love anyone. No, I just want my fun. . I'm a happy man. Yes, I'm a happy man. I'm a happy man. Yes, I'm a happy man. . I don't love anyone. No, I just want my fun.
Ladies and gentlemen, lights are going out. Lets step outside and watch the city sleep. . Listen and remember, wait another day. We are explorers, far away from home.
I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests. As shadows shift from gray to red, I notice theres no floor. Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass.
I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests. As shadows shift from gray to red I notice there's no floor. Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass.
I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests. As shadows shift from gray to red I notice there's no floor. Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass.
no heaven will embrace you. no harbour keeps you safe. your comrades will desert you. no tower reaches heaven. no fortress stands to last. your desires makes you weak.
Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves. Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out. Marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls.
Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves. Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out. Marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls.
we wish so hard to be seen. and pray at night to be heard. and yet we have nothing to show. but false words and broken dreams. I'm the figurehead on the ship of fools.
I consume the wind that makes you cold. and drink the blood of the bleeding souls. to check your fear and hide the noise. of the howling wolves that steals your voice.
black stone opens to the mind. this weak body far behind. now closing in, hungry to begin. an ancient door to hidden light. for coming times to discover.
we demand a change of seasons. aurora painted black. elemental subtraction. the presence lost it's time. . for those yet to witness. for those yet to see.
Drben Hinterm Dorfe Steht Ein Leiermann,. Und Mit Starren Fingern Dreht Er, Was Er Kann.. Barfuss Auf Dem Eise Wankt Er Hin Und Her,. Und Sein Kleiner Teller Bleibt Ihm Immer Leer..
We find our songs in fashion magazines. We read the story in the morning paper. I touch their hearts and they touch my skin. I'm on your screen and you are just so wide.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
The satellites are out tonight. With grace. Tracks of motion. . Heat on cold. Fast on slow. . Consumer. . Hello. . The satellites are out tonight. Like dancers.
Like crusades across the infinite, night swallowed light. Cursed were the minions rebellion, An image of the serpents creation. Reveal and enter the passage, enter into the phantoms fire.
A billion words ago. The sailors disappeared. A story for the children. To rock them back to sleep. . A million burning books. Like torches in our hands.