This life, and all the things I'd known. Turned away, and left behind. The truth was buried long ago. Memories fade in passing time. . For years, I felt my solitude.
I fail to be (what you need from me). I fail to see (what I fail to be). . I don't need your help. or need your sympathy. ...I think it's time you found somebody else.
It's not an ego. I'm not trying to mess you up. I just want to be where. Soon is never quick enough. . So I'm feeling what I feel. (But maybe that's because I'm just a...).
Where do I go from here. My thoughts are stuck within my ears. . I can count on my mind. To let me down. . Deeper within. The voices sound. . Where do I crawl to now.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . We're on the prowl and our claws are bared. There is no holding back so you'd better beware. My sights are homing in, I feel the power surge.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . A flash of his blade turns your screams into silence. He laughs in your face as your life fades away. . King of the night time.
[Written by Briody & Conklin]. . Once long ago I believed in dreams, once long ago I relied on faith. . Dreams fade to dust and blow away. Faith withers in the hot sun of mid-day.
When our fears have all ended the tears spent and done. When the skies shed no more light. Comes the setting of the sun. . Fly on, soar above it all. Fly far beyond the sun.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . We fear for our lands, fear for our lives. Fear for the sake of the world. A terrorist strike unforgiving and rude. Rapes this shell of its pearl.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Ticking of time echoing into a memory. Spending our lives on a wheel. Spinning around unaware of it's heading. Unguided course with the future as the keel.
[Broderick / Conklin]. . [Banquo]. Me thinks something amiss, my friend MacBeth has done wrong. Has he committed a crime? to gain his kingdom. Is the lady part of this scheme? They both sin one in the same.
[Briody / Conklin]. . [Three Sisters]. We three sisters, weird sisters indeed. Plant in Mac Beth the tyrant's seed. As it grows from thane to king. Deceit and murder is reaped.
[Briody / Conklin]. . MacBeth, MacBeth, beware MacDuff. Beware the Thane of Fife. Enough!. . [MacBeth]. Where didst thou leave? Yet give warn. Why fear MacDuff? I need hear more!.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Your time has come the full moon's in the air. Hear the cry of the jackal in the hills. Scent of smoke fills your nostrils.
[Written by Broderick & Conklin]. . I feel for you, to stalk the night in which you live. I feel your pain an emptiness I've known for ages. . Centuries rolling on and on, carry me, to lovers unaware.
I am alone, I am my own. Do whatever I do. I am a man; I am a god. A pauper just like you. . All is well with the setting of the sun. All is well with the setting of the sun.