Earth's crust and bone, step back to the throne. My skeleton danced on your gravestone. Dust simmers the globe, turned oceans to gold. Trying to take back what's gone bad right?.
Cold morning sun to show me where I spent the night. Sun can you find through porthole on the anchored sea me. Then I'm walking on the prom deck asking the sky.
Factory chimney cough yellow smoke. Trucks and trains go rumbling. Throw down your key from your window high. Your man's out drinking. . Neighbors thinking evil.
Beneath some shaded planet. Before this earth was born. We came together. And we danced in the early dawn. . For my hands contain ten dances. That shall bear us into the night.
Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play. Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play. But a number 5 Robot, he must work in all the night and day.
I believe, when I see something. You can grow 'cause I see it in your eyes. Dip it off, still just tell me. 'Cause I know it's written in the stars. .
Restless night walking nowhere in the foggy dew. Restless years whispering through very long clouds. Very low clouds, very long clouds, very low clouds.
Stepping out of the gray day she came. Her red hair falling like the sky. Love held them there in that moment. With the whole world passing by. . He could look through all of his books.
Golden seeds of autumn streak the purple sky. miles of amber raindrops stretch between our hands. just then, just then. my heart lept high. beautiful colours danced.
watching you like this. tears me apart. you regress your feelings. the guilt is all mine. I can't forget a feeling like it meant nothing. torn in two as you.
A strong power calls from the left hand. Across the waters deep. A strong power calls from the left hand. Let all things sleep or weep. . Oh, the queen of love.
no matter how hard I tried the words remained unspoken. ineloquence has caused my someday to be broken. uncertainty has forced me to the price. ruined is the first day of the rest of my life.
Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. . Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils made me want to play.
Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall. You get a certain sensation of reality. When you take a look through your memory book. You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity.
Say your prayers and count your blessings. You all make me choke. All your pleasures all my poisons. Talk yourself out of breath. Outside of the spectacle you are nothing.
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall. The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were. Scarlet and blue are at his head. His heart like a cat drowns in a well.
survivors of systematic persecution continue to suffer. like cowards society turns away. it doesn't involve us so we don't care. driven from their homes by ethnic cleansing.
desparate and famished. scourged and suicidal. live and die by the sword. fall victim to your idols. tortured by despair. smoldering in desparation. suffer and burn alive in the flames of desolation.
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows. Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep. I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window.
self preservation - the end of ambition. life is so long when you spend it waiting for. all the things you'll never be getting. everything you don't deserve is everything you want.