To glitter. Like cities. breathing below. while lights mark time. in the lowest room. outside. the white man's death. in the hands of violence. are choking our breath.
So I'll write these words now. for you my friend. here after all this time. we may never sing this one. it's just here as a light to help you. When the power goes out.
Still hanging on the words from your lips. Still trembling at my fingertips. The end came sooner than expected. It came without warning without mercy.
Are we running so far from facing. The numbers who crash in an empty room.. False visions we search. And the reflections consume.. But the mirror is everyone's tomb..
Emptiness again. Left alone again. Left to question all that's happened. No one cares. No one tries. All that's left is the will to die. Try.... Try to hold on to what's left inside.
The tyrants have taken our softest dreams. The tyrants have stolen our minds so it seems. The tyrants music deafens undetected are our screams. The tyrants take our bodies' freedom.
All the things that we said. Did we mean them?. Every night, every kiss. Did we dream them?. But before we decide. What is mine, what is yours. . Let's talk without words.
what will remain of those days when it. all meant something to you, the kinds, and. me- it was more than just something yes,. but it's changed.what will remain ofthose things that uses to be? some say.
Once again I said too much, cannot keep my mouth shut. And I let you down for the third time today. And I always knew it would end up this way. . Never understood the point of reflection.
Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?. Are your hands driven to murder?. The conscience they teach you to despise. . Inna world full of the sell-out condition.
Reach back and release the power held in each. The tools of knowledge we have received. Our youth removed stripped of verity. But a voice is crying out and we'll take it back....
Thinking about the path we've been on, I know we learned a lot of things. Searching through the pages of our history to see what my memory brings to me.
They say we're not so free. My Solidarity. with everything you kill. all gone. now live again. [Chorus]. . Poisoned by the religions. so we drink to drain our hearts.
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from. what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has now.
It's okay for me to say I love you and it's okay for you to cry. The sorrow that you are feeling, you should not deny. So why is it so trying to express the way I feel?.
There's a wall around the soft spot in my soul.. Where I don't let to many people go.. In fact the only only ones who's ever broken through. Are god and you.
Hear the clock ticks. like the bombs. of history. jail time. ticking outside. they keep us treading the lines. the stocks and figures. hands shake. then triggers.
they took away all that I thought that I needed. they made me feel like I was second best. they forced me to look deep inside myself. they said I would fall just like all the rest.
Because I stand in this defiance, I wear the mark of those. Who choose to refuse self-destructive points of view. And with each day spent in my self-perseverance.
Fear has taken over transformed your eyes. Forced fed an evil doctrine. The masses have been hypnotized. Lines have been drawn, sides have been taken.