You're the one who. You're the one who steals the life from. I'm the one who feels the falling. I believe you're nothing but a problem. . Everything is so fake.
It goes beneath, what I've done. It's bigger than the helplessness, yes I felt. It comes around without a face. And redefines my sub-conscience again.
Now your failure feeds the contempt. I can't sedate the way you break me down. I can't relieve the pain. I can't reduce the failure you've become. I can't accept the blame now.
Give me life, give me faith. Give me something to see. Give me life, give me change. Give me somewhere to be. Give me love, give me hate. Tell me what to believe.
I love family. 'Cause family brings inspirations. One love to you and peace to all the nations. Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican. The African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian.
The Southern Storm is bringing fire. Never asking who you are. Heaven's burning the children are crying. Just a piece of hope doesn't let you die. Someone's look is losing shine, someone' s look just died.
[Thus they speak:]. Bright twilight twinkled like silver,. The world seemed to be filled with warmth.. It was no place for us. As we were dissolved in sorrow..
The fires of the civilized world...sparkle in the evening shade. The comforts warm the creatures She made.... Leeches form the webs...that provide their peace.
Darkness descends from the firmament. Shredding winds sever the lifelines. Unbound in torment - these victims of sentience. They mourn the scattered fragments of their designs..
Anger and bitterness growing. I'm not always feeling this way. But as time's end draws closer. Pain's a larger percentage of the day. To seek an answer for my grief.
See the flame, see the fire. Watch it, watch it now. See the fire, see the smoke. Deep inside of me. . See the flame, see the fire. Walls come falling down.
I'm the preacher-man I tell you the truth. Now open your Bible and read with me the word. Go from second Timothy chapter two verse four, says. The soldier never sleeps, must be ready to fight.
Have you asked yourself. What difference can I make?. And are you feeling low?. Like you ve been betrayed?. Well I can empathize. I know just how you feel.
Never thought I d feel this way. I wanted to believe. The Founders are turning in their graves. At what we've come to be. Tactics that destroy our freedom.
Here I am, licking my wounds once again. Why am I, trapped in a replay of yesterday. The imprints of you will all be burned. And I cross my heart in hope you'll never return.
Sands of time stream through my fingers. Chasing lost days of a dead dream. And I don't care if we lose it all tonight. 'Cause I'm not sure anymore if it ever happened.
This is the verity for a lot of you. And how you always stand. From the outside looking in. Now did you ever feel you are so open minded. That you don't really belong anywhere.
[C:] Last time I saw the sun it blew me off the street. With tremendous force and invincible heat. Its light was too strong, its face beaming hate. At a bat born at day by the fury of fate.
{Brotherhood of the Great Light. 17th century Paris. A mystical prayer. The prophets apology. . Prayer}. . Frres et Socurs de la Grande Lumiere!. Unissez-vous avec moi invocation.
[Flourescent half]. . (Gaia sips the drink of artificial red. carefully served by a flourescent sky. . She swallows the light. only to throw up shadows minutes later.