The rebel of yesterday, tomorrow's fool. Who are you kidding being that cool?. Trying to break away from running with the pack. But they ain't listening so you gotta go back.
When you start to take a look within. Do you feel at ease with what you see. Do you think you can have peace of mind. And have self belief or be satisfied.
When I stand and look about the port. And contemplate my life, will I ever see my countrymen again?. . As the captain calls us on the deck, I take my things and walk.
The keys to death and hell. The ailing kingdom doomed to fail. The bonds of sin and heart will break. The pilgrims course will take. . Quelling the devils might.
Pay to kill, die to lose. Hunter, hunted which are you. Diablo comes again. To make trophies out of men. . Lose your skin, lose your skull. One by one the sack is full.
I've looked into the heart of darkness. Where the blood-red journey ends. When you've faced the heart of darkness. Even your soul begins to bend. . For a week I have been waiting.
Now I'm here, can you see me?. 'Cos I'm out on my own. When the room goes cold, tell me. You can feel me. . ...'cos I'm here. Here I am, can you see me.
Silently to silence fall. In the fields of futile war. Toys of death are spitting lead. Where boys that were our soldiers bled. Warhorse and war machine.
I stand alone in this desolate space. In death they are truly alive. Massacred innocence, evil took place. The angels were burning inside. . Centuries later I wonder why.
Lord Of The Flies (Harris, Gers) (Commentary). I don't care for this world anymore, I just want to live my own fantasy. Fate has brought us to these shores, what was meant to be is now happening.
All my dark dreams drift. Like smoke in the breeze. The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep. Here comes the nightmare that never ends. Here is the dream that makes monsters of men.
Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul. Deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal. Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. Deliver their cargo of earthly delights.
Have you ever felt. The future is the past. . But you don't know how...?. A reflected dream. Of a captured time. Is it really now, is it really happening?.
Let me tell you a story to chill the bones. Out of things that I saw.. One night wandering in the everglades. I'd one drink but no more.. I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight.
I get in from work at two a.m. and sit down with a beer. Turn on late night TV and then I wonder, why I'm here?. It's meaningless and trivial and it washes over me.
You sit and think that everything is coming up roses. but you can't see the weeds that entangle your feet.. You can't see the wood for the trees cos the forest is burning.