Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand.. An imperative vision of satisfaction.. My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification..
You gotta trust me now. You gotta trust me now. With me by your side. We reach for the the sky. . You gotta trust me now. You gotta trust me now. With me by your side.
You can't possibly know me. What I feel cause even I don't. A strange sensation of never being lonely. Has made me question the essence of existence. ...of life.
1 step at the time. Small progress seems futile. But is as valuable as life. I'm engaged to longing. With sorrow as the ring. Controlling me, denying me.
And in the end I'm. Sure I'll know it's. My mistake. We're forsaken. . I can't see anyway. This could be healthy to do. I guess I hoped we could find another way to just get through and sometimes I'm feelin' that.
When I say rise up. When I say war. That means the time is now. To even up the score. . The leader speaks. His plan has failed before. Enlisted soldiers.
Doesn't know what to do anymore. Jesus makes love to the spike. A trick for a fix and feeling so sick. Just can't seem to get right. Once he was the king of his world.
Caged and riding the snake. Straight down from the night. True love for the fix. and she never been able. one minute. to kick back the feelings enticed.
I'm gonna take you. To a place far from here. No one will see us. Watch the pain as it disappears. No time for anger. No time for despair. Won't you come with me.
I'm gonna take you. To a place far from here. No one will see us. Watch the pain as it disappears. No time for anger. No time for despair. Won't you come with me.
Marching our way through the crypts of the dead. Taking his land by command. Killing the victims and taking no slaves. Hitler's final Third Reich. The engines are roaring the warheads' a blast.
Our ship sailed on through the. Violent burning sea. Not knowing of the danger. Waiting in store for me. . We wound up all in mayhem. The vessel tossed and turned.
Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they locked in?). Devrais-je les librer? (French: Should I release them?). . This seclusion frightens me. . What happened to youthful armies,.
This human incompetence and it's consequence,. Sub-human intolerance hitting home. This stupid, old. Prejudice and it's consequence; civilian rights are.
I alone I fill my head with everything I have see. Into my empty face scarred I know I'll never be. You're all the power in my fucked up feelings. Worn out by frayed old visions I know I am you too.
Squint your eyes to see clearly. Blur reality to make it real. Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed. We've all been blinded - Subjects to visual misinformation.
Can you lend me a hand?. Can you help me to see?. Can you reconcile this war inside of me?. Time is slipping away. and I don't seem to mind. I'm missing something that I can't seem to define.
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it. Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you become the mess.
An unforgiving chill crawls down my blood stained limbs. And a thousand frozen bodies line our way into the night. Shadows of dead trees appear like ghosts in poisoned clouds.
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it. Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you become the mess.