I search alone, dark the night, deep the. Blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard. On my way from Salem I lit a fire. Magical brimstone sparks ashes from the.
Where I come from, no one's home. Twisted branches overgrown. Skin deep roots over broken bone. Dust and glass and the ghosts of home. . Knock at the door, no one's home.
I. Innocence. . II. Cold Daze. The coldness of confusion. Hangs in the morning air as. Brazen bells ring reality. To announce the conqueror dawn. Removed from nights fleeting trance.
I know it's getting late. But I feel I need to explain. All the laughter and the lies. Can't stay the fear or hide the pain. . Somewhere along the way.
When the stars are right, and you're alone. Take a journey, lock the world tight. Out of your mind. The hall beckons your presence, the doors. Open wide you're to decide to turn back..
Words of cunning. Shining stunning.. Men of grandeur. Blinding, numbing. . With winsome wiles in specious styles.. Speeches etching,. Rhyming, wrenching..
A cry shivers the night, a voice in agony. that shrieks above the trees.. In a land where no one comes. in a land where spirits dwell,. hear their fatal screams..
Something in me. I don't understand, a demand. A threatening voice. With a firm command. A liar, a danger. A killer, a stranger. . Yeah, I guess that's me.
Air currents grind, monotony.. Image defined, static scene.. Adherents bent opinionless.. Following scent of commoness.. Fit the latest rage.. Whatever stains the page..
I had so much to say. But no words to speak. The feelings were strong. But I was only weak. . So there we were again. Tragic and absurd. Choking on every line.
Some things burden me. These thoughts cut deep. Sometimes I feel. Sometimes I see. . I won't close my eyes. I won't look away. We've chased our dreams.
We wait for days. The hours can't replace. That moment of walking away. . There's none to blame. But buildings still remain. Their empty halls fading away.
Feeling so strong. I feel so inspired. Like a man with all the words. I could move the world. If I weren't so tired. . So, so tired. So, so tired. So.
Little soldier, plastic pistol. aiming for the head.. Now you see me, now you don't.. You missed me, you're dead.. Laughing, hiding in the bushes,. scatter for your life..
Born to an air of apathy. Indifference shapes of fragile minds.. Questions formed at an early age. Beg answers unasked.. Silent cries. Behind curious eyes resides.
Stand right there, man. I can see right through you. Make me understand. The mind within your head. . Yeah, I am a simple human like you. Yeah, I am a simple human too.
By black we ride, or so they say. Our need for reason, there greed is paid. Powers rumble for spiritual sway. Paths are laid then leaders stray. . It's right then left, witch way to turn.
Talk, talk to me, tell me your secrets. Speak, speak the words I need to hear. Help to conquer this growing fear. And when the winds of change come blowing through.