Текстове на песни:
Brink Of Something Beautiful

Falling to the power of lies. I could see, I could tell, I could feel my demise. So much closer to me now more than ever. It's when writing these songs

technique's alright. The Devil's coming; he's got his dancing shoes. The people all dancing in pseudo-harmony. They all see nobility and focus on his ballad. Behold his beauty

give up his dreams, they provide his escape. The past, the present, the future is deafening. I know you're listening. We are truly on the brink of something beautiful

We've got a long way before we work this out. So hold your breath. You cut us short and now we'll never know what it should have been. I hope this pleases

(Instrumental)

And so here I stand, face to face with you once more. But you just stare, cold-faced and blank as I try, like some strange osmosis to get my mind into

Your lips, they fell on me. Baby let me down like I knew you would. Conversational tension in the air. It's clear that war has been declared. It's just

You make me sick. Whoever thought to let you in my life. All you gave, I give back in a blaze, in a glory, or lack thereof. It's laid to waste. I've had

Your lips, they fell on me. Baby let me down like I knew you would. Conversational tension in the air. It's clear that war has been declared. It's just