We are not the sons of God. We are not His chosen people now. We have crossed the path He trod. We will feel the pain of it beginning. . Shadow fingers rise above.
Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here. Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear. I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone. Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home.
Sometimes it makes me wonder. Sometimes it makes me question. Sometimes it makes me sadden. Always, it makes me angry, but.... . When you can see it happening—.
Sometimes it makes me wonder. Sometimes it makes me question. Sometimes it makes me sadden. Always, it makes me angry, but.... . When you can see it happening—.
And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life. What do you think you'd expect you would see?. Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life.
What the fuck is that?. Hi, guys, are you in a band or something? I mean it. would be so cool if you were in a band 'cos you're Driving a. big bus with band on the front of it.
Turn the spotlights on the people,. Switch the dial and eat the worm,. Take your chances, kill the engine,. Drop your bombs and let it burn.. . White flags shot to ribbons,.
Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt. Making you money from slime and from filth.. Parading your bellies in ivory towers. Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers..
As I lay here lying on my bed. Sweet voices come into my head. Oh, what it is, I wanna know. Please won't you tell me, it's got to go. There's a feeling that's inside me.
Look inside your head and find, tell me now and it's all in your mind. Look inside your head and find a way deep inside and it's all in your mind. . It's all in your mind.
Near to the east. In a part of ancient Greece. In an ancient land called Macedonia. Was born a son. To Philip of Macedon. The legend, his name was Alexander.
I can't be compromising in my thoughts no more. I can't prevent the times my anger fills my heart. I can't be sympathizing with a new lost cause. I feel I've lost my patience with the world and all.
"My son ask for thyself another. Kingdom, for that which I leave. . is too small for thee". (King Philip of Macedonia - 339 B.C.). Near to the east. In a part of ancient Greece.
Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat. from my brow. But it's not the fear 'cos. I'd rather go now. . Trying to visualize the horrors that. will lay ahead.
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid. Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak. Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne. Got to get up for the coming attack..
Kill for gain or shoot to maim. But we don't need a reason. The Golden Goose is on the loose. And never out of season. Some blackened pride still burns inside.
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely. I know a place where we can go. 22 Acacia Avenue. . Meet a lady that I know, so if you're looking for a good time.
I get in from work at two a.m. and sit down with a beer. Turn on late night TV and then I wonder, why I'm here?. It's meaningless and trivial and it washes over me.
I'm stranded in space, I'm lost without trace. I haven't this chance of getting away. Too close to the sun and surely will burn. Like Icarus before me or so legend goes.
I'm stranded in space, I'm lost with a trace. I haven't a chance of getting away. Too close to the sun, I surely will burn. Like Icarus before me or so legend goes.