and blacks out our eyes With no regrets Live today with no regrets With a song in our hearts and breath in our lungs Our eyes burn with vision Ashes to ashes
screams at the end of day we'll become the fire the burden of solitude...... ...and we are longing for the unknown where destiny is not a part of it a
a place exists and resides in the solitude of a heart. Such a place exists beneath a tangled mesh of thorns. So take a flame to your garden, your precious
on my next go 'round We were standing on the edges of a thousand burning bridges Sifting through the ashes every day What we thought was never ending now is nothing more than a
As the they stand in ruins of cities the children play in ashes knee deep in our neglect our bags in overhead compartments so secure we walk with
clown Who will stand at your defense? But it's ashes, Lord, it's ashes Soon we all fall down You take your place among the saints Make not a single
Autumn comes and the leaves turn brown Ashes come and we all fall down I wish I could find a way To hold the day Captive to the words you say You
ashes Human kind is the slave to the God-Eye it watches ever, and never sleeps (We are)Single filing, never speaking Raining, shining, night, day -
raises his hands up high I will remember the fire Day of the dragon's feast I will remember the fire I seek to kill the beast His burden he will bear
score I hold my seed, a perfect hate I make this mask a weapon For every time I lied myself a tenfold to your burden This is the day (A given word
clown Who will stand at your defense? But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down You take your place among the saints, make not a single
't want to wait another day for the countdown Because I fell in love with my visions of the mushroom cloud I was born and bred to bear witness To a
Years ago I left the day behind To sleep a while, under the veil of night In a dream I walked through the garden With cross in hand And with every step
my next go round We were standing on the edges Of a thousand burning bridges Sifting through the ashes every day What we thought would never end Now is nothing more than a
die, and my face will fade Into the dark, floating away. Someday I'll see you in the dark. 11.3 A rose, a rose, a thorn: A briar patch. With blossoms
in the country where the dead wood aches In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day
Day in, day out a burden on me a gasp for breath is all I need your beautiful words were not enough in ashes I leave to find my peace breathe you in one
