: False The dream is so far Come and take the consequence Few things are as certain Winter state Oppressive wait Evacuate Assemble here Soil's song
Distance has bred avidity I'm trapped and cannot fail Now I dissolve alone These days have bled me dry I've been left alone here To drown in my own fears
Wave back at me Back is turned If I fail once Circuit burn Saw you in the lampglow You fade Nothingness incarnate Until I get there Hidden I will be
Visions come Visions come In a sickroom bed There's something left to learn Pass them on Let it show Let the rich meet death Confront our own concern
Hurts to see My incapacity Shame Idle mind No You have changed me My mouth is shut Stupidity have shut my mouth So when you come I'm too unprepared
Are you in or are you out The words are stones in my mouth Hush little baby don't you cry Truth comes down Strikes me in the eye Turning season within
Vapor As thin as it gets I stare right through The severe sickness in this room Not mine It comes from you Soul cold Indeed There won't be a time when
Pushing the will Being alive Well I have been I came far The process of trying To act unharmed It will fade out Thoughts will unwind No longer mine
You come clean Waves collide now Defenseless numb arms And no voice of reason So how come you invited me too You knew I wanted you You glide above So
The neck and then the chain The head is hung in shame The neck and then the chain The head is hung in shame I thought that you had grown That you would
A rush through the rusted veins Illuminate the face of one So i have a light So unaware about the consequence I heard no warning About the little compromise
Leaders come Stand in line Reveal your true self & conform I sold my song Crossed the borderline I found something I'd never adjust to Come here I've
Movement Subdued back then So quiet now Subsequent Systematic violence The great cold distance The itch The urge Make way Think of something Thin out
False The dream is so far Come and take the consequence Few things are as certain Winter state Oppressive wait Evacuate Assemble here Soil's song In
Standing silent in the pouring rain,another tear falls from my eyes. And in the quiet torrential pain, I try to reconcile my mind. She was my love, she
head from your hands Tomorrow is another day Well think about it then I say And there's no weight too great There's no distance too far Keep flying
I heard that I get what I deserve So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes Give
should have a title and a D.E. on the chain man Re-up Gang pyrex over pyro Stir it till it?s hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow Recipe for greatness me