'bout Shadows, filling my heart and Swallows chasing the dark I gotta Find you before too long I gotta Tell you what's been going wrong What's been going wrong Talking 'bout Shadows
talking 'bout Shadows, filling my heart and Swallows chasing the dark I gotta Find you before too long I gotta Tell you what's been going wrong What's been going wrong Talking 'bout Shadows
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly
there was light and atomic fission swelling wind and rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shadow traces reminiscent of their last commands
our empire has fallen the columns came crashing down faster that children could outrun the shadows drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their
I'll always belong to the shadow Don't show me new results I'll never enter your heaven Make the most out of my dirty cell Creeps infected by control
lies repeat Across a new made grave And why the same still birds That victory always brought These hours of glory bought By men with mounds of earth Dead ash
the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair. When owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night When shadows of
the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the
baroque that shuts away light becomes beautiful noise. The whisper of our dark trap cradles you. Sleep forever. Slowly waking up are the shadows of
through me, I'm made a hollow shell There's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soil, no soil... Close call there in the shadows There
standing still hungry for the hunt & the thrill of the kill!! c o m e o n ! ! i've always been a shadow content with my disease - you'll never
re drinkin, Rap singer, chain blinger, Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. What's you're persona, About this Americana Rama, in my shadow
I'm left empty like a temple turned into a fox den Bus fumes drippin', spittin' into city summer sun Siftin' through the ash Dimly lit vision listenin
through me, I'm made a hollow shell There's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soul, no soul Close call there in the shadows There'