(Lyrics: Janey Diamond / Music: Gold-Bloss) If the audience was listening When the curtains rise again If I knew what's going on, just a part of your
want em to go through a routine, while living their lives" "what do you do to gut their souls?" [Verse 1] I was granted an audience in the devils base
Won't this body leave this mind Can't this child decide to find a reason why this soul might be subliming from another time That's why I have, I feel,
, anonymous I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers We all just sing this song I see all the young believers Your target audience
like an animal All because I lost control Are you tuning in to our conversation Oh yea you'll get your chance The bigger the brighter illuminated Control the audience
friends gone Maybe we?ve outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from ? A show of hands from those in this audience
was five minutes late, I had to pop by the gate, I stood at the side, and I listened and I tried, To imagine the life, that gave him that smile, "An audience
the Audience I might lose my patience Polite applause excepted To the ones selected, as the audience... Oh I ... am the audience No doubt, no consequence Cause I'm the Audience
Father, help Your children And don't let them fall by the side of the road And teach them to love one another That Heaven might find a place in their
Verse 1 a?? Suffa I was granted an audience in the devils maze, I sat by his throne and we talked for days, He told me about his ancient battles with
Just wanted to hear you, Through dying lips. Just wanted to point out, You're full of shit. Getting back all I wasted, On such dishonest hearts.
see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers We all just sing their song I see all the young believers Your target audience
How can You forgive me when I've often gone astray? How can You think of me when I do things my way? Turning my back from You, the one who loved me first
I'd give you the moon But you'd never the warmth of the sunshine I'd give you the world But exactly what would that do? I'd promise you wings to fly
But the forecast's grim down mine I'm no gamble better understand I like to know the story plan People say I got no sense But I'm waiting for an audience
I was five minutes late I had to pop by the gates I stood at the side and I listened and I tried To imagine a life that gave him that smile An audience
Make me want you to hold All the white parts of What I know Only just as you let go All the promise of a real man Take it; take the picture of what you
