I am the guardian, the keeper of time. I hold the seven keys to places you never been. I show you secrets of things you never have seen. So trust in your darkest thoughts and follow your dream.
It's questions like.... "If the ocean froze and formed into a huge sheet of ice, would you skate to the other side of the world just to hold my hand?".
Help me to get through my mission inside. help me to respect who I am. show me something real I understand. I wish that I could feel. . [Chorus]. Read between the lines.
Your smile tells more tales than a 10-dollar psychic. And I know that love is your target. But the dart you grasp is shy of sharp. And a little limp for my liking.
In the garden of the kings, is everything so gray. Colors are all gone. But in shelter of the time, by the breeze of dawn. Comes a man and today he will help my friends.
[Music: Klas, Mikael]. [Lyrics: Jorgen, Klas]. . Cold and lonely, all by myself. The winter caresses my soul. Freezing, the dark is calling me. Makes me dream of...dream of you.
Falling from heaven, into a sleep. Dirty little angels, is looking at me. . God ripped out my eyes. He closed the door to heaven. He gave me wings to fly.
[Music: Robert, Klas]. [Arrangement: Beseech]. [Lyrics: Jorgen]. . Turn around, watch me move. To the ground, I bring you fool. Listen to the smallest sound.
Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon you. There's nothing I can do but take it all from you. We must stop this epidemic. . It's not a glossary of the embalming process.
We are not dead. . My life is much different to yours, I can assure you. You know no one like me. . On the outside we all look the same. But behind closed doors is where we all really live.
I could feel her soul, walking beside me. Like a thousand roses, with thorns that cut too deep. By her place I stand, with a picture in my hand. Now my tears are falling, leaving traces in the ground.
Lost in myself, I cannot feel control. I aim, I stumble and fall. Believing you that's why I loose. Emotionless I'm falling apart. . Reaching for you but falling through.
Wanted to be the first technician on a cranial autopsy. The principles and practice of embalming. Examination of all the head and before the incision.
[Music & Lyrics: Klas]. [Arrangement: Robert, Mikael]. . Can you feel the wind blow, closer day by day. Blowing with a motion, for a brand new day. . Demonchild, why have you been gone.
Slit down from the thorax, to free all,. the gas that should not be there,. the cerebrum will have not survived,. upon close examination, from the chest to the skull,.
I'm resigned beneath the sky. To walk on the endless fields. Only the night take. My only dream away. . It's my last obsession. It's my last obsession to get away.
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few. And even those they tend to be wasted. You have taken pride in a life form that you think you know.
In the beauty of the endless, crimson sunrise. That makes me feel so warm. I am drowning my sorrow and my pain. But I'm feeling the season now change.
In the brain we've found a role. Detach your life from mind control. Evade life of being ruled. DESTROY. the parts that lie unused. Permanence. Eternity.