I touch the string though the harp may not sing. Still I dare the sky for sun sparks to guide. Down below theres a land. With an ominous hole. Deep in the sand of belie.
I touch the string though the harp may not sing. Still I dare the sky for sun sparks to guide. Down below there's a land. With an ominous hole. Deep in the sand of belief.
As one, I'll meet the mortal memories. Reliving, seeking silence. And know, that I as just a shell outside. Have sacred joys inside me. . No fear, nor fight.
How could I forget such a revelation. To love without fear and learn without question. How could I regret the meant occasions. I must begin this day again.
Society's selfish meaning to confine. Disabled by the need to cure an insecurity. Masses strive to keep themselves in line. While the radical seek attention all the time.
Here's my hand you painted on. A circle fades inside a heart. Are you expected here. You whisper in my ear. . So I wash my hands. 'Till the water burns.
Here's my hand you painted on. A circle fades inside a heart. Are you expected here. You whisper in my ear. . So I wash my hands. 'Till the water burns.
What happened to honesty. What the hell's happened to truth?. An adverse turn in leadership's ways. A negative procession delaying our truce. . What's happening to the people.
Feeling something, needing something. Acting something out to this naive. Character your far from fear. Enveloping your puppet to feel some fire. Cruel gentility adheres.
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.
As I peeped into my mortal cup of mind. A molten liquid of penance splashed my eyes. . Unseen truth, a divine surgery. Reveals view, windows of faith.
A prevalent personality. Susceptible to understand. Pressured with an easy procedure. Returned with a demand. . You impatient wayward one. Can't deal with reality's harsh truth.
Feet to hip. Nave to breast. Throat to brain. and skin arrange. . Now we're one soul. . Through my great arteries. to every blade of grass, a universal path.
A cult or crew that know not of what to do. Indecisive life, but who's to say?. A life that's left them nowhere but to decay. In a never ending search for affairs to waste a day.
Verse I. Beneath the veil of madness. that hides your temperament. Desperation festers in your hollowed shell. A myriad of despair that forces vehemence.
Verse I. Shattered and broken like the person you now are. Spirit has left you now and all thats left is scars. Paranoia is torture and its taken over you.
Verse I. . Knowing what's real. Knowing what's your sordid fantasies. Forgotten who cares. Loosing controls the only road. Cannot be blind. To these vacant feelings.
They have, been wronged. their honour, was once. their hearts and their souls. now bare this burden. . their race, was denied,. condemned as they died.
Verse I. . When the heat becomes too much. And desires not enough. But your defeat. Won't lead you to submission. . I can feel the aching strain. Thoughts dulled by the pain.
Verse I. Too many years I have lived in regret. Always looking behind me. No longer I tread in your footsteps. Nor will your curse ever bind me. . Chorus.