Next To You

I remember late November. Pondering over all of the things in my life. You consoled me, came to hold me,. Showed yourself right and you kept me through the night.

Ðàííèì Óòðîì

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Ananda's Theme

I'm on the end of it. I pretend a bit. To be a misfit. So simplistic. Spend my days voyeuristic. It ain't real. Premeditated for the feel. I'm a plastic thief with no belief in what I steal.

Never Change

Times change, seasons change, people change their minds. But I know someone who stays the same. Constant in changing times, Hell never change. He remains the same.

Ôðàíöóçñêàÿ

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We Fall, We Stand

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it all. Abused and beat down I'm thrown to the wall. How can they do this to someone at all?. Something so awful. . Woke up this morning, I hoped and I prayed.

Cling To The Edge

Pleasure at the price of madness. With delusion their minds are full.. Damned to misery are those who. succumb to temptations pull.. Their lapse of control bleeds over onto all of us..

Accident At Injured Strings

Ðàäîñòü Íåáà

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Cease To Exist

Doomsday befalls. Awakened by sirens, the fifteen minute warning.. ICBMs scream from their silos into the. sky. Warheads detonate over their targets..

Love Jones

Ive got a love Jones for you Jesus. Something in my heart is going on. Ive got a love song for you Jesus. And Ill sing it all day long. . It is so amazing the joy I feel inside.

ß Æäó Êîãäà Òû Ïðèäåøü

Öûãàíñêèé Ðýï

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Thirty Fo Fifty

Logical Inference

You say you have it all together. And everythings going your way. You say that nothings bothering you. But youre just camouflaging your pain. . Everyday theres a struggle.

Wake Up

Fall to my knees. Just to be close to God. An' I fall to the floor from your love. . I am weakened by your innocence. An' touched by your tenderness. I search just to find that you're enough.

Broken Foundation

Pain, bashed to the floor. Ugly, inferior, helpless and worthless. A low self-image has been made. It's continuously reinforced. Barbed words that never leave the mind echo.

Öóíàìè

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Lately

Ordinarily you could tell me almost anything, anything. I'd embrace the world without ever even questioning,. But I tell you lately I've changed my view of the world.

ß Õî÷ó Äîìîé

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