Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath That forecasts storms on the gallup poll Waking up from the nightmare news Hoping to read a sign in the morning
When you can't find the hours Days keep on slipping thru Avenues under construction Blocking out your sky blues Burried beneath the letters Bills
When numbers matter more than the heart Your eyes are hollow and stiffness starts to take control Capsize the soul, deep down you know it's evil You
Everyday on my way home The clouds would break and the angels Would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste
Found a dime in the metro line Funny to see a familiar face Since you left us long ago There's never been a trace of luck to guide me Hoping to
Le corbeau s'approche Atterit sur l'epaule de celui qui ecrit Reviens lui picorer le cou Les veines sortent des chairs Le sang se repand sur la page
Panic open string, power grids blackout Birds all fly in numbers down to the ground Reassure the blades of green, green grass Season's still asleep
Cruel, cruel grounds Leak truths never found Torturous ways Whisper from the grave A slow spun song of distortion Bitter, bitter mouth Spitin'
Sleeping in the valley, valley of ill fortune Waking cross the river, river of delusion Full moon lures the waves, waves of desperation Empty hearts
Is there anyway i can fix it Take out my tools maybe smash with it Let me destroy the parts that annoy Swallow the words i'm saving Fumble the chords
Getting late for decision What's that waiting about Horses are chomping at the bit The gate is nearly busted down Moment before the calm of the storm
