so sick of being used Why can't you see, I'm falling apart Why are you walking from me? Why can't you say it, the silence is jaded So shut your mouth
Imagine the silence racing the timeless Holding defenses Guiding the blind to exit the lights You're following this flood We have to push, it comes from
circle, anchored to the weight of the world Under shooting stars that sink the skies and offer prayer without words Justice rides with jaundiced eyes, jaded
pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence. A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade
if it's in my head, it's in your mouth hang up the phone jaded hand take a piece of everyone the day is done the bread is stale and silence suits me
As we slowly chip away Growing up not, not growing old The feeling is still the same Over the years we've seen our peers Get jaded and turn away The
month only Would be so lonely And not so holy anymore New year's eve came But nothing had changed All the problems just got worse We sat in silence
matters Tonight all be no sound In silence we'll be found A little less exaggerated Never say goodbye, Never tell a lie, Never come across so jaded,
must sleep - as the daylight fades we focus our senses and sharpen our blade we take aim - In silence we strike A thousand riches hidden deep within
I fell in love with a cold-hearted woman She shivers in silence Her heart beating snow And everything I know she taught me 'Bout Winter with trembling
d'un tombeau de jade Le tambour se taira S'A©teindra le dernier cris StA?les brisA©es Masques piA©tinA©s Ahau sera le jour du silence
set walls to trembling the power of silence persuades The stumbling feet stagger predestined we all end up wild eyed and crazed And from the madness most jaded
It's Friday night and there's nothing left to talk about. The silence shatters like a glass pane broken on the ground, as your name rings out. It's been
eyes see through my tortured soul vanishing any hope for fantasy the thing I'd give, to prove myself to her, to make her see... jaded eyes awake as
not, I won't Our way of life is overthrown Is there really no way? Let us turn back time! [VIII. The Age Of Confusion: Despair] In this deafening of silence
't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there wit ya I'm sicker than my own skin I got the clothes and the jaded grin I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But