Harvest Of Souls Lyrics - Frequency - Iq

I. First Of The Last 

Long before the living past 

Had ripped it all apart 

Something still remained 

Until It flashed back to the start 

Where it stands, nobody saw 

Behind the blackest eyes 

Show them how you're stronger now 

It pays to advertise wisely 

Day after day with you in my head 

I said some things I shouldn't have said 

For reasons unknown that I now forget 

I gave you no love, which I now regret 

What I'd give to hear again 

Those everlasting songs 

Why did all the accidents 

Contrive to fall at once? 

Only day after day 

with you in my thoughts 

I never knew time was so short 

For once in my life I wasn't alone 

With blood on my hands, 

How could I have known? 

Used to be the great white hope 

Once I walked on water 

Now I barely stay afloat 

Balance out of order 

With every sympathy worn away 

Who can I return to now? 

For the time that I have left 

I scan that cold horizon 

Searching for a kindred soul, 

Someone to rely upon 

We disconnected and Heaven sent 

Sheltered in dead air, 

Hidden everywhere 

II. The Wrong Host 

The sky lights up above America 

The world is lost but loves America 

When the eyes of children 

See the ones left standing 

And the rest begin to finally understand 

The hand of God defends America 

And who would not defend America? 

We've got light on our side 

We're in pole position 

So praise the Lord 

And raise the ammunition high 

Raise it high 

Hide where you can 

We will shoot you where you stand 

I've walked a million miles 

Upon an open road 

And once in every while 

Without the will to carry on 

Hours held me too long 

In one location 

An old familiar tale, 

A glory to behold 

A work of genius, 

The greatest story ever sold 

As you sign on the line, 

As you do what you're told 

All you sell is your soul 

I've been this way before 

I've seen it many times 

Collision on the track 

The fiction turning into fact 

No-one dares to look back 

Best you start to prepare 

For the harvest ahead 

All you lose is yourself 

III. Nocturne 

I'm brought to life with a series of shocks 

I realise that you are gone from my life 

And still I cling to the fear of the dark 

Don't follow them for 

they don't care how you are 

And I'm finding a way of being 

Accepting life all alone 

And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing 

A way to live on my own 

It wasn't hard to believe in the lie 

Although I've come to know it wasn't my fault 

Why does the world continue to spin 

While everything around me grinds to a halt? 

And I'm finding a way of being 

Accepting life all alone 

And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing 

A way to live on my own 

IV. Frame And Form 

Mine is a real fine line 

I get harder the higher I climb 

Shine like a star so bright 

Anybody can see anytime 

No-one will want to follow 

This will be gone tomorrow 

We enter an age of permanent doubt 

Where we communicate without words 

But I must be heard 

So I cut through the smoke and the noise 

Mine is a real fine line 

It imagines it's one of a kind 

Goodbye to all expression 

Farewell to superstition 

We enter an age of permanent doubt 

Where we communicate without words 

And the noise expands 

As it covers the lie of the land 

Shine like a star so bright 

Till we shut out the light, 

Put out the fire 

Cut through the smoke and the noise 

Lately I've been talking to myself 

Been remembering and doing little else 

The road ahead is anything but clear 

Last time around, where did we go from here? 

V. Mortal Procession 

What about some golden hours? 

I was alive, certainly you were wrong 

Anyone can be pursuaded 

Given the time, we all scream alone 

What about this good for nothing season again?, 

Everything's come and gone 

And I can't believe that I'm not watching you 

I'm in a sorry state 

Return to ordinary thoughts now 

If you can 

The words I hardly understand 

Gather 'round me while I wait 

What about those colder rewards 

Arming against lost intelligence? 

Anyone who saw me crawling there 

would have known that I was normal once 

Return to ordinary thoughts 

Too young to take the stand 

But old enough to kill anyone 

HA! 

In the days when love divided up the looks 

No drastic means were used 

like rod and hooks 

To enhance what nature's sculptor 

had designed 

No augmentation needed to refine 

In the valley of the dollar, we rejoice 

For plastic is the currency of choice 

And beauty born is strictly for the birds 

Your cash is fine but credit is preferred 

When I held myself aloft, 

I walked across the water 

Now I barely cut across, 

Lives are getting shorter 

And they open up another door 

To a border far below 

For the time that I'm allowed, 

There's a new horizon 

But a soul as cold as ice 

Is nothing to rely upon 

If I'm hanging onto angels' wings 

Then I'm safer in the air 

Do I still qualify, suspended from on high? 

No other sanctuary have I 

VI. Ghosts Of Days 

And when the eyes of children 

See past the ones left standing 

And the time has surely come 

To understand who we are 

Slowly the fires are burning 

Bearing their silent witness 

And the living past returns 

To reap the Harvest of Souls