One silver streak, and darkness is cut. When lines populate the earth. A clew of chaos, of brand-new souls but. soaked in pleasures and dirt. . As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate.
bodies fall into graves in numbers. but they are not. numbers. but humans . . . lest we forget. those, who felt, who loved. who dreamed, who dared. who died.
when candles and incense are not enough. to dispel the death i die every day. when an alter cloth over my wounds. cannot stop the bleeding. nor still my pain.
Awake, lord of the watchtower-North. Earth is rising for thee. Euros, lord of the east. enlighten the sky for me. . Awake, lord of the watchtower-South.
The temperature sank below zero. And the seas became giant mirrors. And trees formed a crystal splendour. The world is frozen to the core. . Take my hand and walk with me.
Like the clouds that sail along the endless sky. And roses give out their colour to the air. Like swans that start to sing before they die. I comfort you, surrounding you with care.
She runs to the river down below. Towards a boat under a willow. Away from the mirror, the loom and the tower. Where she yearned for him, hour after hour.
and in the morning. after years have passed. it seems. oh even now to overwhelm me. and in the stillness. after life has passed. it seems. even now to grow like cancer.
winding fury in half-light morning. desert winds of jezebel, home again. she will drape the jewels from your praying hands. entice you to the flawlessness of her homeland.
(written and performed by neil mckay). . koda, yadowan nawahon do!. taku ecamon mayasi we/do. taku ecamon mayasi we/do. taku ecamon mayasi we/do. taku ecamon mayasi we/do.
Filling this world with a gloomy gaze. While living in an absorbing haze. A deep grey lake is all they see. . Focussed on what will come and what will be.
Grey painted clouds usher in. The dawn of a new day. Lighted a shade floating in sin. A shade that follows one way. . Tidings echo through the streets.
atrophy. . torn muscles hang from the line. sun-dried, now it's time for the feast. and i wait in line with plate in hand. but you've eaten all there is.
Tiredness and sleep we expound. As a natural urgency to redeem. From the flesh to dwell 'round. And project experiences in a dream. . Climb into the astral tree step by step.
all my lovers turn to stone. relics of hope in a night garden. only i visit when i sleep. i walk among you. touching the surface. this is my secret place where i unafraid.
opening the doors. opening the rooms to us. a hope to transcend. this deadened consciousness. i call my home. so passion drains the pain away. biting through.
a moment of my life shared with you. will never be forgotten. from this cradle's ledge. i count the rings. of my time on earth. imaging myself content.
I've been dreaming every night about strangling all of you. I need some answers now. I ask you a question, you must answer. I want to know who he is. You need to tell me.
Let's go!. Waaa-yeah!. How about this one?. How about this one?. Rubber baby buggy bumpers, yeah!. Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Yeaaah!. How about this one?.
I am war machine!. I'm a cybernetic organism, living tissue over metal endoskeleton. Neeaaahh!!!. You want to know who I am?. Do you know who programmed who?.