A lonely god you captured, do you feel the pain. Tried to help the people but your help was all in vain. You gave to us their fire, but who was watching you.
Hear the sounding, feel the pounding. Pain is coming, don't know where. Blood is thick, you're feeling sick. Live with the choices you have made. . Hard as stone it must be so.
So now I've told you time after time. Jump to conclusions when you make up your mind. Is this the road that you want to be on. You'll find out soon that it's not very long.
So now I've told you time after time. Jump to conclusions when you make up your mind. Is this the road you want to be on. You'll find out soon that it's not very long.
I prey upon your morbid fear of terminal disease. You won't know the difference, now it's time for surgery. Another shot, another pill two weeks therapy.
On the pedestal you stand of promises to keep. I can make the changes and keep you off the streets. I will never let you down together we can win. All I need is your support the funds keep flowing in.
Black scarred and bleeding. From the lashes to my soul. I chose to stand my ground. Not to do as I was told. Thinking like mindless sheep. These people were my friends.
The war is over. The crypt we now taste. In the late 1900's, there is no human race. We split the planet with atomic birth. Man has died. We seal the urn..
Deep slumber awakened by sirens. I realize life's been thrown to the lions. What I saw last night, our city so fair. And to my horror, the bloody town square.
I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross. Will take another life, we'll take another loss. I feel the dry wind, dust is in my eyes. The arctic cold at night, the earth, it tells me lies.
Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade. A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame. Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears.
[K. Vanderhoof]. . Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade. A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame. Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears.
Times like these to people please. Fables spread like some disease. New age gods like old facades. Write a book you'll like the odds. . You'll like the odds.
Better flood that restless soul of ecstasy and fright. In a path, splattered gore all through the night. Wakin' up at midnight, my bodies soaked in sweat.