Forgotten

[Music by: Callenish Circle]. [Lyrics by: Ronny Tyssen & Patrick Savelkoul]. . Trying to hide your face on my shoulder. Cannot change the way you feel for me.

For What's It Good For

Empty feelings inside. Feelings I cannot hide. Can't bare it anymore. Tell me what it's good for. . Blamed for something I didn't do. Blame it on me but I can't help you.

Night Vision

[VERSE 1]. Your beautiful face don't matter in the dark. Turn the lights off. 'Cause the only thing I'm looking at is who you are. . The only thing that shows is your soul.

For What It's Good For

Empty feelings inside. feelings I cannot hide. Can't bare it anymore. Tell me what it's good for. . Blamed for something I didn't do. Blame it on me but I can't help you.

Mistress Of The Devil

[VERSE 1]. Hole in my heart. And a bullet through my head. You held the match that lit the fire now I'm dropping dead. . Hole in my heart. And a bullet through my brain.

Epacse

Dwelling In Disdain

Seeing you simper awakes the. Gloomy part inside of me. It's making me shiver, sickening. Self complacency. . Dwelling in disdain. You keep on turning back at me.

Disguised Ignorance

[Lyrics: R. Tyssen]. . Lifting my eyes I feel the hatred coming out. Reality is scaring the hell out of me. Cruelty of people who believe in their own destiny.

Conflicts

Change Of Seasons

Caught By Deceit

[Music by: Callenish Circle]. [Lyrics by: Ronny Tyssen & Patrick Savelkoul]. . A fear to be alone. has driven us apart. . In your hollow eyes I sense the ultimate frost.

Broken

Behind these eyes and their colourfull lustre. Hides a place of shades and dim. By no winds dark clouds can be driven. My silent grief will never be heard.

Beyond...

[Music by: Callenish Circle]. [Lyrics by: Joep Werkhoven & Patrick Savelkoul]. . On your way searching tranquillity. lots of images pass your mind. Most of them are coloured black.

Algo Mejor , Algo Peor

Siempre tuve un defecto, no se decir q no. y pasadas las cuatro mi cara era un error. entrancado como un idiota fui. con el moño en la cabeza. buscando en esas tetas el calor.

Traffic Sound

Over, trip, and walk. Crawl and call me up. Against a simple thought I thought I had. . You, inside my arms. Inside my hands. Paralyzing every sense I've ever had.

Tijerina

I think I'm coming back home. It's safer if I stay close to home. . If I could. If I only could. . I would give everything. You know I would, if I only could.

The Swarm

Sylvia's kissing crosses. Crying for her mother. Guarded by her father. Swears that She hears voices. . I could think of a way. If I only stay. Calm as the day grows dim.

Televised

On, sound is on. Infecting everything that is on. As long as You're aware not to stare to close. You're getting much too serious. If only I were there.

Sylvia's Song

I serve you wild and full of grace, you see it written on her face. You know they lock her door from the outside. A subtle smile you couldn't place 'cause it was slapped off of her face.

Surface Scratch

A surface scratch is so hard to see. The surface mark You left upon me. . Don't forget to come back. Tell her to come back. . I've been waiting to tell You.