Echoes from a bottomless pit, bottomless pit. A girl embalmed in blood, piss and spit. Shrieks and prayers won't save her now. As the priest climbs down to fuck her mouth.
A poor boy in rich man's clothes. A young child with an old man's soul. A prostitute with long term goals. A blue collar priest. . I won't lie for an honest buck.
Cold hard rain. Is dancing on my soul. Riding a pale horse. I'm knocking on Hades' door. . Cold hard rain. Wild Texas flood. Is rolling through my blood.
Gypsy woman, come inside now. And take a load off your feet. You've been pounding the pavement. Ain't told a fortune in weeks. . She spends here money on tequila.
You grasped a pot of gold,. now it looks like lead.. On your path of hunger. the gold lies still ahead.. . At the end of the rainbow. another rainbow starts..
Step up it's time to face. Punishment from a different age. Are you witch or heretic. Wandering lost convicts. . Take a look you'll see. It's much bigger than you or me.
I watched her all night for a week like I'm 'posed to. Sleeping in the backseat of a Nova like I'm 'posed to. Hiding out from police like I'm 'posed to.
CYNIC COSMOS LYRICS. I long to live with some celestial beings. to adore in silence blissful friends. gliding into constellations of their smiles. melting into shining eyes.
Drowning in a crowd. Drowning in the sound. An island from within. Silence flooding in. . I am silent. I am still. I am silent. Island within. . Silent as a shrine.
I see right through your mind. I see your kind, I know your game. Surviving on the soul of a song. . Please tell me how you escape. From the guilt that should eat at your mind.
Your face is hiding deep inside my mind. Your touch is on my tongue. Your face is in the deepest depths of my eyes. The eyes inside of my soul. . Once I was free but now I am trapped.
Here in a deadly maze, there is something hiding in the dark. In clouded minds where hate and anger collide. I spiral into a grand illusion in a world of reality beyond.
The world at war. Hate flows and now I'm questioning. We ask, "Is this the way? Do we believe?". No one's answering. . A few words may be heard. Temptation within my head.
Kill them, for they must die. Mongers of the greatest lie. Burn them, for sins they scar. (The). Followers not leaders in war. . Left to rot is their faith on poles.
Cultic regimes, money to scheme. False religions, beware. Caught in the grip, caught in the spit. It's all going to burn, it's a snare. . Worship the God of your choice.
It's been a few days. Since you've left and said goodbye. There's got to be a way. To stop the pain inside. . Oh, how I miss you, baby. Looking at the pictures in my hand.
And then it came at the end of all time. A time where nothing grows old, nothing dies. It's a place where you can fly all around, heaven is found. Can't you see the bright lightning in sound?.
Circus angel. Clipped wings. Bleed free of captivity. . My heaven will have you. You don't miss your fire. Until your hell runs dry.