I remember a time. when you held your head high. and saved lives you try,. you try to bring back. that person that kept us all alive. . They say they don't need anyone to rely on.
After the smoke clears. And the pain subsides. . Will there never be an end?. . Lying on the pavement. Looking at the sky. . Will there never be an end?.
Become. Become. . We've cut in, cut out. The face of man. Cut in, cut out. The face of. . Time has given us no reason to live. Look to the future and you will see nothing.
Written & composed by Andy Janssens & Kate Ryan. . Hailstorms covering the morning sky. Your ambiguous words floating through my mind. Your heart is burning but you hide the love inside.
Caught beneath visions of hatred. Drowning fast in sounds of silence. Caught between divisions of hate. Can't breathe under this weight of existence. .
As you go down. Under the ocean. You reach out. For something. To believe. Doubt nothing. Be not deceived.
Wasted Time. -----------. Words can't say. The way I feel. Words can't save me. Faith has been broken. Time after Time. Harsh words are spoken. By those who deny.
[Bell]. [whispers of Outlaw]. [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die. stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk. a real nigga will pick the time, to go what.
My quiet steps. And the sound of being alone. Line my home. Mask the edge of my reality. . Swallowing lament. No more than a fading memory. I cease my steps and lift the rose.
A Stargazer. In the dim shades, sense erotic angels or devils (or whatever they may be( circling you. Aura? What fool am I?. I do not need guidance to find my way to my dear friend:.
At the crux of our nation the cornea dies.. Spills out dissension a barrage of cries.. Written in looks and glanced rebellion,. we gather these ugly wounds, weep words opposition..
Oh, you graceful eagle that soar in the air. How I envy your chainless life. You are calling from your sky, living under the sun. Just riding the winds up high.
We sold our homesteads and started on our way. Just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay. One day they will return, come spring again that's when.
For the hot, for the cold. for the brave, for the bold.. We're emerging out of the condemnation.. In the fire, in the ice.. In the faith of sunrise.. Breaking chains in the name of our liberation..
(J. Hall/ D. Tretola). The key to the door of fate. Is held by your ways of hate. It will hold better ways to live. When you choose to let it give. If the door slams in your face.
Sunset beyond a grey vast forest,. I'm longing for the night. to break into the woods and darkness. then will be my light.. ...beginning of my wandering.
Soul arose that morning like a sunwheel at the sky.... Shallow land two ravens high above gave me the sign.... . Walhall the hall of shining shields. where once I'll be to celebrate my death....