In moods of don't disturb,I'm on edge and then. Afraid, I call for answers again and again. I keep on hoping that you'll do something real. Accept the consequence but you never will.
The Wrong Side Of Weird. . A sudden unpredictable sky contains the dawn. Seconds in an hour counting down before the day is born. Long enough in the grave to be sustained.
When the feeling takes me over, what else can I do but run?. Through the corridors I follow, I shoot into oblivion;. If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children play,.
Garden over me, the secret I love most,. God and Man agree to giving up the ghost,. High above the moon, the sun has left the sky,. I would love to know if you're the reason why..
To be where once they met. One who comes to lay the past to rest inside. One who can't forget. Yesterday the heroes of the hour. Who survived those who fought and lost.
I may be wrong. But the miracle that I prayed for is here,. Could be illusion, maybe some trickery,. I don't know why. I'm scoring the angels,. Counting all the thousand days,.
Singing praises was never a feature. Encouraged in me or my kind.. Every time they remain with my hand to my mouth,. The crowded borders leave me colour-blind;.
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown,. I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone;. I give in to the weight of the kick,. So weary of waiting and hoping for this,.
Across the plateau no clouds storm the sky,. Above the riverbed the world's run dry,. I beat the air, for those who hear,. And through the night my call goes out unheard,.
Stop your tears from hiding,. See them mesmerise your skin,. It's all that I can do to keep away from going in,. I fed the ghost of plenty as the perfume turned to grey,.
The light that strikes against itself is hard as stone. A dream too many full of memories not my own. They're only shadows, they'll disappear. Their only destination: anywhere but here.
Belly first, unrehearsed, Im thrown from all Ive known. A silhouette set among the. badlands paved with stone. Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee.
If I won't live a lie it's in my self defence. That I remember hiding then. If I'm eroding all the innocence. Am I running rigid once again?. . And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour.
Sightless, he watches the columns collide. As he wanders the canyon relentlessly wide. Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin. And in every direction the sound closes in.
If I won't live a lie it's in my self defense. That I remember hiding then. If I'm eroding all the innocence. Am I running rigid once again?. And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour.
Whenever I was silenced, when I was on my own. A brutal cold existence, I believed I was gone. Now I stand no longer nameless. Though I've lost more than I'll find.
Before the veil was lifted. And brought to light the facts. The whole deception was complete. The sons of fathers buried. Their unconnecting tracks. Beneath the layers of deceit.
I'm reeling, fighting for breath. Running on empty. A fortress carved out of steel. Black and surrounding. No other survivors, the walls without end,.
Sooner or later. Ready or not. We find ourselves dissolved in soil. The big sleep state. I don't worry. When you got to go you got to go. But wouldn't it be nice to have a say.
Break out the waters, waiting for anything to come,. Hold on forever, Hell below and Heaven dead ahead,. Don't ever change your way.. Burn down the prison, stay in the balance of the wire,.