I KNOW VICTORY. I KNOW TRAGEDY. I KNOW DEFEAT'S A BITTER PILL TO SWALLOW. I KNOW DESTINY. I KNOW MISERY. I KNOW THE STING CAN MAKE A MAN SO HOLLOW. I'M BREAKING THE CHAIN.
Annabelle. . I know she's dangerous and I should stay away. I know it's fruitless I'm gonna see her anyway. Everyday my demons want me do it again. Trying to escape, but my demons always win..
In the land of nod, he who sleeps with both eyes open is god.. And makes a living off of killing the living one at a time.. I am your hammer and sickle I am your ball and chain.
Alors on d. Alors on d. Alors on d. . Qui dit étude dit travail,. Qui dit taf te dit les thunes,. Qui dit argent dit dépenses,. Qui dit crédit dit créance,.
I was dreaming of your love. I was lost in your arms embrace. Our bodies collide together. Whoa, this ultimate betrayal. . The heart will not resign. What could be said, what could be done?.
One night we lay beside each other,. so close to a sweat. with two fans circling overhead,. we sleep on borrowed time. and the traffic lights direct empty roads,.
Golden arches risin' above the next overpass. These horizons are endless. We're Americans abroad. We're Americans abroad. Profit driven expansion into foreign markets.
I've walked down high streets looking through windows.. I've been lost in crowds of strangers.. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries..
All's quiet, except for this song.. So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.. And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts..
Adeus você. Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá. Eu tô levando tudo de mim. Que é pra não ter razão pra chorar. Vê se te alimenta. E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar.
Stub towers in the distance, riders the blasted moor. Against the horizon. Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war,. Futile horizons. Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase,.
Now we sit here in our special place,. all wearing our happy faces gladly.. Sunlight appears in our world; our joy. has been turned from badness.. Now we've moved and left alone.
You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;. In viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide. It's all too beautiful. For my mind to bear.. And, as we shimmer into sleep, something's unshared..
( Hammill - Band ). . Where is the god that guides my hand?. How can the hands of others reach me?. When will I find what I grope for?. Who is going to teach me?.
Continuing the story, humanity stumbles -. Gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble.. The clouds have gathered and exploded now:. Axes shattered, there is no North or South..
( Hammill ). . Lighthouses might house the key. but can I reach the door?. I want to walk on the sea. so that I may better find a shore.... but how can I ever keep my feet dry?.
( Hammill ). . '"Alone, alone" the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light;. the only life I feel at all is the presence of the night.. . Would you cry if I died?.
( Evans ). . The maelstrom of my memory. is a vampire and it feeds on me. now staggering madly, over the brink I. fall..