Picture of a girl, a smile in her eyes. That's a face I don't recognize. I'm someone else, that girl is gone. I lost myself, where'd I go wrong?. . We walked on holy ground.
Look at the violence that rages in your heart. Screaming in silence, it's tearing you apart. Burning with vengeance, need an answer for your soul. Consider the damage, got nothing you can show.
Hate is a strong word. It's not the wrong word. You can love someone and hate them just the same. I believe in forgiving. But I can't help reliving. Memories of those dark and lonely days.
Thinking about the way you say you love me. Thinking about the way you say you care. Hoping that you could somehow spare a moment for me. But you never have a minute to share.
11:59 and it's all going well, the next second could be our last. This is the moment we've all waited for, to see if the world's gonna' pass. The seer and the psychic, the prophets of the doom, are saying the world is at end.
you're taking every measure. to keep me satisfied. you're paying close attention. to the details that i hide. . there's something in me changing. it's your power over me.
In whispers you told me. I really hurt you this time. Not sure where you're going. But this is where you draw the line. . You're angry and bitter. You need some time alone.
You've got to break from the past. You've got to leave it behind you. You know the feeling won't last. Don't let emotions confine you. . No matter what we have to face.
I was born in the desert. In the year of the flood. In the city of the temple. Bathed in blood. . I've walked through fire. I've shed my skin. I know where I'm going.
Every morning on the evening news. I hear the same ol' story someone singing the blues. Disaster striking out and you're not ready. California quakes and the Midwest floods.
swinging brown curls. taffeta swirls. it's Annabelle's Dance. . tiny pink toes. a turned up nose. stars in her hands. . she's tossing her stars up into the sky.
In the streets of San Francisco up in Washington, D.C.. There's a movement there that's crossing all the lines. While we speed into the future,. The deceiver plants the seeds.
Empty and surreal, this ceaseless domain. Nothing here is what it seems. The teacher exposed, a master to a slave. Level upon level to obtain. . The blind will be leading the blind.
Sail across the heavens, the cross of the divine. Document the ages and leave them all behind. Searching for the meaning, the ashes turn to clay. The silence must be broken, those who know do not say.
Voices in the shadows, whispers in the night. Telling him that vengeance will make everything all right. Tortured as a child, condemned by all his peers.
People of the World. Rise up hear my words. You are the one who must carry the cross. You are the one to defy your masters. Breaking the spell you were cast into.
In the California streets at night. You can feel the thunder rising. You can hear the screams of tires in the air. All the racers in their street machines.
Calling out to Earth. I know something is terribly wrong. No contact, no transmission. No signs of life to tell me what's going on. . Washed upon the shore.