The time has come for you to sit this out. To fit inside your mold. Would be to sell myself short. . This ground we tread upon. (We turn the pages left to right).
Maybe we. Why don't we. Sit right here for half an hour. We'll speak of what a waste I am. And how we missed the beat again!!. . I swear we need to find some comfort.
The time has come for you to sit this out. To fit inside your mold. Would be to sell myself short. . This ground we tread upon. (We turn the pages left to right).
Maybe we. Why don't we. Sit right here for half an hour. We'll speak of what a waste I am. And how we missed the beat again!!. . I swear we need to find some comfort.
Just drifting along with the world. Every motion is paranoid and paralyzing. Give it up or give? em hope. Let us all survive the wake. . We, we? re a race, a human race.
So hold your head up high and know. It's not the end of the road. Walk down this beaten path before. You pack your things and head home. . At the end of the road.
Good God, if your song leaves our lips. If your work leaves our hands. Then we will be wonders and vagabonds. They will stare and say how empty we are.
In the end we tend to think of how it. began. I could never explain the picture it painted,. and how it made me feel. Now the ceiling is in motion. The light centered and overlooked.
Someone has sown me shut. And tied me to a bed. They locked me up, locked me up. Oh, God!. This is where they all. Throw me to the wolves. Dragged behind and trampled on.
The Song is sung in Russian:. . Могущественный, Бог Бог, говорит и вызывает землю от повышения солнца к месту, где это устанавливает.. Из Сиона, совершенствование красоты, Бог сияет дальше..
How peaceful it feels. Oh, how it feels against my face. Oh, what a long haul. . You brought me here for this. I see nothing but disaster. Now I? m taking you with me.
Someone has sown me shut. And tied me to a bed. They locked me up, locked me up. Oh, God!. This is where they all. Throw me to the wolves. Dragged behind and trampled on.
Someone please turn the lights back on. I've been wandering here for days, disconnected, and in search. For new air to breathe in. . I don't think I can fix this.
Wake up, wake up My God. This is not a test, and it's not too late to come clean. Get it off your chest. So steady your hand before your face and concentrate.
I'm not scared, but this is happening,. I'm not afraid, but this is real, this is real. I'll count the ways, from every single direction. This time I'm not, I'm not sleeping at all.
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In a deep breath. And it all starts to change. Flip my world inside out. . Honestly I like it better this way. When I mesh the night. Through the back of my eyes.
At the end of it all. We will be sold for parts, sold for parts. We will try to rebuild. But we ate it all away, all away. All ambitions now run dry. Someone stop this thing, turn it off.
I've been crawling around in the dark for a while. Sprawled out across the floor, Not Collecting dust anymore. Define me a parasite, Define my host. Trapped beneath the floor, I slowly waste away.
We know you said. You said there was nothing left down here. Well, I roamed around the wasteland. And I swear I found something. . I found hope, I found God.