Sitting by the window Staring out into the night Waiting up for the light of day And the sound of silence The faintly flaring candle light Parting
[Music & Lyrics: Sammet] Sun going down, she opens her eyes It's dark in the belfry and cold Whispers of rain, wind in the sky So long it's been all
He was born into this world Living love but he got hurt And he sighed when he beheld The bleeding lamb Blood and tears drip on the ground Dung the olives
Crying on the pyre, feelin' all so strange Once you took my mind to deteriorate Told me that you like me, atrocious and deterrent lies You told me how
Don't know where I come from Don't know where to go Don't know if I know What is good to be known I wonder if madness is just a child Of my urge to know
Tell me why can't I understand The feelings deep inside Why do I try to scratch away the stains Deep in my heart I feel there's a place Where love and
You're a child of an old illusion Can't you hear it cry? You live your life to the exclusion Of what they call a lie The touch of evil it is getting
Oh, yeah, watching a face and a smile and a light When you're walking alone in the street I know your look always gives you the might Many miles from
Never deamed that I could fall But something's come over me Now I'm sitting staring at the wall Afraid for my sanity, yeah The sound of your voice The
[Sammet] We're the little creatures Deep inside your mind Some call us their fantasy But some do never find We can teach philosophy But still we must
Sacred, standing full of pride Spite in my brain causing you to fight Enchained, you pray to get a slave Rules with no sense, to dust you will decay You
Cold in the wind, starless the night Rain pouring down when the last one arrives So many stories telling of pain Are told by the freaks they've been throwing
Darkness has covered the Opera house something is wrong you can feel.. There's a devil in disguise a traitor has taken the dais Catalogue people spend
What do you think when you spit in my face? How does it feel to accuse and to haze? Now look at me, I'm not one of your kind, And I prefer to stay behind
Am I totally blind this time As I'm dreamin' the dreams that I fear? Some call it nightmare and some call it life What's the sense of existence in here
Blinded by the fire and the sorrow of the day, I come knocking on your door to dry the tears away. The eventide is calling me to take a look into your
Oh if only Brazil was not so far far away I Would swim or walk or ride But never ever fly But all the noise of the maniacs there The sweat on my face
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