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I can remember when,
In the unity of our five-day sessions Not even once did we hear the siren song What kind of imagination Asleep in some lyrical coma Who's vain futile memory Could have been so wrong? You can make a fortune in lies You can keep a giant alive You can ride the red Until everybody smiles A trifling euphoria was such an untimely religion maybe your life can explain the reason for my indecision Here is a poor man the heart of this monster creation He said we both will be heroes and I was led into temptation You can make a fortune in lies You can keep a giant alive You can ride the red Until everybody smiles Can you show me your gold and your silver? A hero in frozen water "For the first time in a long time... everything was right in my world... and then I woke up..." Now you've made a fortune in lies and you kept a giant alive You rode the red You rode the red |
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Heart sick at the sight of the
Status Seeker In a sense I'm not beyond reproach the aspiration to drop a name When any rose might smell the same Maybe you'll figure it out someday 'I want to know you now... You know I've always believed in you.' Nothing is sacred... You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign Change of opinion... At the drop of a dime Graceless intrusion... Are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see In a garden where the seeds were spilled I favored the few that stood strong in the sun As I reached for the profit of my prize I found I had trampled the forgotten ones. Nothing is sacred... You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign Change of opinion... At the drop of a dime Graceless intrusion... Are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see You're running in circles And I'm turning away You refused to believe Now I'm turning away Nothing is sacred... You draw the bottom line with a dollar sign Change of opinion... At the drop of a dime Graceless intrusion... Are you sanctified in your judgment of me? All that I deserve is what you were unable to see You're running in circles And I'm turning away You refused to believe Now I'm turning away |
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The Observance
An Angel's kiss now fallen Descending scarlet cuts the sky Faded names left on the wall Honor the fighting leave life to die Remembered is the sacrifice but No praisal of blood still flowing Who were the leaders? what controlled the Killing Hand that caused this mourning? Crossing over... Ancient Renewal Lowered deep into the sea Being awaits to cleanse his soul senses weakening time is still Motionless by stiffening cold The wheels race back and Scorch his mind Traveling all to find the land Revelation warms a touch And now, he will begin to Understand The Stray Seed Extended a view to yesterday Manifestation for none the same Walking amidst a frightening still No sound, no smoke, no scorching Flames He is risen... Sipping his poison the raven sings Yet another to add more bodies fallen King from below this one controls the Killing Hand that caused this mourning. Is it all over? Is it all over? Thorns Evil genius this secret plan Mercy dealt with the losing hand Will he ever fall? Can he end it all? Our savior must make his stand. Only a Prophet of years to come Wanting mortality I'm all alone He heard my voice It was my choice I've stopped the Killing Hand. Exodus When I go back again Will it be the same? I've stopped the cries But now they know my name The sea is calling me my spirit must return As I get closer, was it really worth what I have learned? I'm in the valley And the saddened chimes I hear Race toward the wall to find one more name appears. No one is left now my one and only land I laugh at what I've done I am the Killing Hand. |
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Would you like to sit and talk to me
about the way things change so suddenly when your senses come and the feeling goes? can you remember feeling much too close? Stop your hands from shaking Look at me Are your senses racing endlessly tracing past impressions? So were mine Have you ever been used or will this be the first time? It's come so clear to me Light fuse and get away No gain, no pain It's a fatal game and the true lose everything I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me falling miles from the mark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart I've tried to wash from memory feelings of betrayal and the incidents that plague me since I lost my sense of innocence A history of changes now I'm loving now I'm losing keeps me constantly in fear of hearing "I can't see where this is going" You lie alone with the memory feeling the ceiling and walls closing in on Your Conscience -- my ally the guilt -- your affliction from preying on praise as you fed an attention addiction Someone told me Light fuse and get away No gain, no pain and when it's lust to dust you can crawl from the wreckage I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me lying bleeding in the dark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart It's come so clear to me Light fuse and get away No gain, no pain It's a fatal game and the true lose everything I can see what trust and loyalty have done for me falling miles from the mark with a thirst for revenge and a dangerous heart |
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I touched with one
who made me run away from my own soul... In this world with its many illusions We are moving like mice through a maze And now I find what's left behind has served to make me whole full of doubt, deception, and delusion seeking purpose to all earthly days I search within beneath a skin that bears both pleasure and pain In a world full of constant confusion I will not be a par to the craze In the Afterlife will dark be bright? will cold be warm? will the day have no night? In the Afterlife? will the blind have sight? In the Afterlife. Behind closed eyes some comfort lies In knowing the truth never spoken Through this world with its hidden conclusion we'll keep moving like mice through a maze In the Afterlife will dark be bright? will cold be warm? will the day have no night? In the Afterlife? will the blind have sight? In the Afterlife. In the Afterlife will dark be bright? will cold be warm? will the day have no night? In the Afterlife? will the blind have sight? In the Afterlife. |
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Watching my window I was led like a child
As the roadway lamplights misguided my mind through the night a shadow of limits We were racing the rain my hands held the wheel My eyes tried to hold their place there must have been a time when I thought that you were watching It had to be when my senses lost control I thought I'd slipped away I thought I could still feel us moving It must have been a cloud no bigger than a man's hand Every reason I risk my life To come back to you Is locked behind your door You're my immunity Outside I watched you burn Heavy hearts were bleeding A cry for help, a familiar voice My melting hands streaked the glass As I walked away I wondered what had really happened had I run out of time did I push myself too far As my last step fell I felt my hands upon the wheel had I come back to life or did I ever leave at all In higher lives We seem to be always a moment too late We're past the time when we looked on Now we're THE ONES WHO HELP TO SET THE SUN this time for real I locked the door behind me My mind was still a wreck from what I saw For when my hands are still I'll recognize the message never again will my senses lose control In higher lives We seem to be Always a moment too late We're past the time when we looked on Now we're THE ONES WHO HELP TO SET THE SUN |
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A suited man smiled said:
'It's just a matter of time You can have the world at your feet by tomorrow just sign on this line.' Hold tight... limelight! Approaching the paramount with the sun in our eyes fearing family ties, legalies, compromise In a dimly lit room with a stool as his stage a dream-stricken prince of a pauper's descent haunts the eavesdropping silence that presses his window as he sweats a performance to an audience that ticks on the walls To the practical observer It's just a matter of time 'You can deviate from the commonplace only to fall back in line.' I understand mine's a risky plan and your system can't miss But is security after all a cause or symptom of happiness? Brave, yet afraid, his eyes on horizon in a steady-set gaze a mariner soon from an open cocoon takes a moment to summon his courage to stifle his grave apprehension and trembling, approaches the surf A father's benediction as his hopeful son departs to brave the sea of rage and conquer at all costs lingers in his memory and visions still surviving in a logic-proof shell that should have been held sacred, safe and hidden well are compromised in usury with every rising sun that yields no sight of land the hesitation cultivates within the tired man and rumors spread of mutiny and though the time will come when dream and day unite tonight the only consolation causing him to fight is fearless faith in destiny Even when plan fall to pieces I can still find the courage with promise I've found in my faith Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep and at odds with our senses we'll climb But if faith is the answer, we've already reached it And if spirit's a sign then it's only a matter of time only a matter of time |
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