I challenge you to figure out the truth A picture and a spoiling wasted youth Tear it out, there must be three of us Show me how you know it can't be Finding out
Превод: Направляван от гласове. Сълза и ще се.
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies 'Til the tombstones of damage read me no questions but 'please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?' And so it did happen like it
then I'll gladly join and make plans but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom and our voices are gagged by our greed our minds are harnessed by knowledge by
a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors Where nothing is exactly how it seems You're reaching out, you're so close you can touch it But it all disappears when it
still haunt us all, we saw the last sunrise Take me home in freedom for a lifetime Praying out for the silence and the last tears we'll cry Still glorious
(tearing at the pages of our past) Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human motion -- land and ocean) Try to run, try to hide It's been
Think about it, put it on the faultline What'll it take to get it through to you precious I'm over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this Such
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to appear in person So that you
love, baby Strange Signal: One...$.02 now...I wish it could be, if it was only there...I know Local Observer: He didn't know it was Kryptonite Superman
sitting in a wheel chair, used to pull the button tattoo's award now, scars from the button hey, hey, let me tell you something ... hatred, ... put it together now, what do you get ? ... by
face your life The way it's gonna be Try to fly my friend Don't hide behind your tears Try to fly my friend Find out your tears And when the morning
waited? In a world that's quick to judge I will try to understand It's so hard to find your way When you have no voice to guide you CHORUS No voice,
Controlling everything, the ridiculing hypocrites Brandish their drowning lust Feigning tears of deception, their sins are piling up "Is not it a mistake
, run away) See what became out of her darling man See what became out of that man [White Pearl, Black Oceans...] I was born and raised by the sea,
rock it on just like the one in Tokyo Chorus... Cos we're making this music that's making you lose it So people don't abuse it, and there ain't no
We are lost on the sea of mystery And when the night is getting darker See a light it might just get us out alive One by one they've torn our dreams apart
Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice