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Is there anything left
Left of me to save My life is like a carnival My body a sunken grave It's what I have to do To distance me from you Lays a suffering inside And my veins are showing through A man becoming child Are you happy with your cries With haunted looks of fear I stab the wing from your side My mind a fractured ruin The crushing of my soul It is time to spread my wings To fill this empty hope It has now begun The force fed sun beneath Will conquer all before And bring me to my victory I've seen them before Down from the fall And now standing tall I've seen this I have been this And now I am my own man No more misery Look outside and see What are you waiting for? Pick yourself up Get up off the floor |
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| 2. |
| 6:20 |
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Take the Linton falls water so white
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme From cold it's bed then up to the sky And then she'll be a true love of mine Ask for angels a chariot to make Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme White swan feathers black and the wings of the night She will breathe the true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For once she was a true love of mine Have her make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seam nor fine needle work And then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all with a basket of flowers And the she'll be a true love of mine Dear, when thou has finished thy task Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Come to me, my hand for to ask For thou then art a true love of mine |
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| 3. |
| 6:47 |
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I've been lonely
And I have been blind And I... I've learned nothing So my hands are firmly tied To the sinking leadweight of failure I've worked hard all my life Money slips through my hands My face in the mirror tells me It's no surprise that I'm Pushing the stone up the hill of failure They tempt me with violence They punish me with ideals And they crush me with an image of my life That's nothing but unreal Except on the goddamned slaveship of failure I'll drown here trying To get up for some air But each time I think I breathe I'm laid on with a double share of the punishing burden of failure I don't deserve to be down here But I'll never leave And I've learned one thing You can't escape the beast In the null and void pit of failure When I get my hands on some money I'll kiss it's green skin And I'll ask it's dirty face ""Where have you been?"" ""I am the fuel that fires the engine of failure."" I'll be old and broken down I'll forget who and where I am I'll be senile or forgotten But I'll remember and understand You can't bank your hard-earned money on failure I saw my father crying I saw my mother break her hand On a wall that wouldn't weep But that certainly held in The mechanical moans of a dying man that was a failure My back hurts when I bend Because I carry a load My brain hurts me like a knife-hole Because I've yet to be shown How to pull myself out from The sucking quicksand of failure Some people live in hell Many bastards succeed But I. I've learned nothing I can't even elegantly bleed Out the poison blood of failure |
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| 4. |
| 10:54 |
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Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch Your kinds heart now pines For whom the gods love dies young Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears The sadness I present, smiles with tears Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty And wars abhorred by mothers No man lives so poor as he was born We don't remember pure sensations Gaze peacefully into the past I am dust, and to dust I shall return Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up Devour my sad whimperings The cutting whip is mine to feel No symphony in mind to colour my dreams Poena damni Sorrow everywhere Please pray for me When deep sleep falls on men Father hold me I am yours to bear Ad te In the play which he has written for the world Night is the mother of sleep Old age is a malady of which one dies Augury of a better age Sages as far as the beard Their wounds smelled so sweetly Temptation, the father of my lust Chalcedony shines like the new born Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs Splendid was the innocents fall Laugh to scorn would our foe Amid wars laws are silent Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart Falls the labrious memory of pain In the rich upheaval of vast choirs Death shall flee from me Misericordium et judicium Adhoest pavimento AD te levavi ocolus meos Verba mea auribus |
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