Entrance

End This Sickness

I can't take it anymore. I hate to see that people get chased away. Just because of their sense of style. I can't take it anymore. Everyone is unique in their own way.

Echoes Of Battle

There is a deep pathos here. A monumental sorrow. Blood has stained this ground. The very land itself a barrow. . The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages.

Excuse Me, I Think I've Got A Heartache

They just don't know how lost I feel without you. My teardrops never see the light of day. I laugh and joke each time they talk about you. Oh, but if they heard my heart they'd hear it say.

End Of The Movie

Two, three, four. . People you love. Will turn their backs on you. You'll lose your hair, your teeth. Your knife will fall out of its sheath. But you still don't like to leave.

Easy To Crash

Clouds hung hugely and oppressively. Over our busy little cars. Clouds hung hugely and oppressively. We didn't notice, we didn't care, we didn't notice.

Empty Rooms

Just left her alone with an empty wound. Beautiful house full of empty rooms. His breath is behind everything. Left her feeling nothing. . Her eyes still dry, her hands don't shake.

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Eyes Of Obsidian

When I was a child then it came. A night full of thunder and rain I. would be never the same. I wish that I never had seen what no one would. ever believe. Playing tricks that my eyes deceive. So scared I felt my spirit.

Emergency Broadcast System

Echelon

[Music: Eric Horton / Dave Garcia]. [Lyrics: Sean Peck]. . Someone's listening to everything we say.. Nothing gets by them. Our hands are bound, they take the sounds and powerplay.

Everybody Knows

Everybody knows there's a dream that makes us all feel good. Well I haven't had it for some time. I believe that it was something about love. But I cannot see the details anymore.

Emptiest Day

They say You live in hospitals and trenches. And towers in the sky. And I'm not dying or fighting any wars. Except on the inside. . The only thing I need is a void that You can fill.