Gone! The way you've fallen. Nothing left to show. Been down so long. And you've lost the will to grow. . Distant feelings fading. The self you used to be.
Lost in my art, by my passions I'm consumed. Shut away from the world outside. My home this lonely attic room. . Outside my window, the great unknown.
The morning paper brings me dread. I can't believe the things I read. Power outage on Federal Hill. Strange things afoot, my heart is still. . Fear, spreading, growing strong.
We will not, we will not, we will not be afraid. We will not, we will not, we will not be afraid. We will not, we will not, we will not be afraid. We will not, we will not, we will not be afraid.
Life consists to die in pain. Don't give away to such lowness!. Your move sentences you. To stay in fear and pain for eternity!. Awake mind in dead body.
[Narrator: Tobias Sammet]. [Talon: Glenn Hughes]. [Torek: Thomas Rettke]. [Backing Vocals: Robert Hunecke-Rizzo]. . [Narrator:]. The King has ruled a reign of long.
Chaos has something special. Hit the curb hard, just as intended. Vitality, balance, perfect control. Forty degree cooler, absolute right, wrong intention.
Every Sunday your mother is dragging. Your ball bag off to goalie God's green pussy.
Wrists are severed. The deepest cuts are traced in red. So beautiful. The separation of her flesh. From the razor. Feeling a pain she's never known. Like broken glass.
Rot in cages we crouch naked. Waiting for the rest to land. Extended faith they betrayed our friendship. Imprisoned us by our own hand. . Time for us to wake and rise up.
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone. Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends. The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed.
The woeful silence and wind's reflection. Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages. Sky fire above, ice below the hearth. Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time.
Take from me...take from me...take from me...take from me. Razorblade smile conceals your severed tongue.. A hard lesson once taught now learned, learned through the barrel of a gun. Take from me...black eyes no longer see..
And so...it's come to this, wrought with the anguish. Consumed by spite, morphing towards what I despise.. And yet, things continue on, construe my spite to suit me. I see the world through hardened eyes, set free my past,.
Jack in a box and here I am. You're favourite mirror and your only honest reflection and your. guide. I am you deepest fear, the one you'll always hear.
Dead Girl:. I can see your pain. I can feel your loss. I can hear your words. I can but you are out of reach and so am I. . Man:. You and me living in a dream.