Bigger head, you got no bread in our house. Now look how you have got like this. . Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms. Since they missed the jackpot on Family Fortunes.
Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die. To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify. Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate.
Verse One Bigger head, you've got no bread in our house. Now how you have got this..... Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms. Seems they missed the jackpot in family fortunes.
["In love and dreams she comes to me... The Keeper of Time"]. . Life as a soldier was all to easy for me - To eradicate and annihilate fit my identity.
If you feel transition to your other life. Don't need money to be there. Leave behind your money just to prove your worth. Won't be here so I don't care.
Feed this insect inside me. Watch my time dripping off from the walls. This silence and stillness. Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn. . Sympathy leaves in the cold.
I stare at the sky and see. What i've tried to see so many years. the purity of space and time. To see it all through intoxicated tears. . Cratinf a trip through hexagonal space.
"I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasional titanic. significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong"..
John and Jackie are up the tree. K.I.Double.S.I.N.G. 'Cause I know, I know, I know, I know. I know, I know, I know, I know. . Dave and Angie are up a tree.
["In the Blazing Sunlight , the priest unveiled his horrid tale..."]. . I travelled on through the swamplands , sailed up the river damp. To bring back the church from its state of oblivion.
Everybody helps me make my own mistakes. If I'm left alone I'd make them anyway. Great events but can't predict what's happening in present tense. No reference in code to me.
[Saga Of The Exiles Part 3]. . "Abbaddon, the angel of the abys & king Aiken Lugonn,. the lord of misrule". . The timegate remains closed.... . Silence approach the many coloured land.
I'm not getting sleep at night. My insomnia's a pain. Problems I create myself. I drag here from the day. . Harsh words, I keep them to myself. Hearing my problems, serves to destroy.
You've betrayed the men by your side. People with hopes and with longing. Hopes of an endless Utopia. Now you see that a new plague is coming. . ...a new plague is coming.
Standing at the crossroad watching men in armour fighting. The fog is lying thick, the ground is shrouded in the dark. The battle for the throne increases as it's done forever.
I hang glass from the wall, it makes my life seem big. Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big. . You forced me to do things I wasn't aware of.
I traveled from Dublin. You said you'd change the world. You sing like Sinatra, always. . You've pulled 'em for miles now. Like Garbo in Berlin. You played 'em for zeros, just like always.
I see no sense in what's going on. U sense no meaning, I see no light for us all. Cold chill in spine shows me no future. There's no safety around us - no protection, no wall.
I hideout from the fakes I know. The secret lies in keeping small. . Catching on with such arrogance. A behaviour so typical. And I'm sick of the fakes I know.
Black storm reigning the kristians land,. Declaration of the fucking war towards the Christs pigs!. Wicked Angels annihilating the Christ mortals,. Blackened murdering thy lights of Jesus!.