A path of shattered hopes and dreams Lay before my desolate fate Though it seems I endlessly wander around to the distant sound Of a life that will
: I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew
I've felt this before I've said this before I've been wrong before When will this be right? Will this ever be right? I hope and pray but nothing
, things i cannot touch or understand walk the line of sanity, i can feel the pull i can't let it happen since i do not know a body lays upon this
I am just an empty slate write on me what you will I will accept everything no questions asked, no answers given everyone seemed so perfect but
Living in a dream state never admitting to this second face spewing his venom with a vengeance such hate filled words flow with ease only needing
to help none of your words will ever be heard void of emotion, there's no solution I've wished my last wish it's too late to wait for a better tomorrow
Slit my wrists bathe in the ecstasy of my pain the trial of a mortal soul begging to die lost life in faith all faith is gone hate replaces all
as i fall into darkness and know peace - for the first time no more sleepless - moonlit nights forced to forget all those childish thoughts of love and compassion like a
Fallen into a life with nowhere to turn each way out leads deeper into a hole believing when they said this is how to live now they're all gone and
stop Huh [VERSE 1] A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother They don't wanna get a
accursed and not believing Death to damnation both forced arrest Enforced interrogation duress fire question Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple Shooting at me with a
l'Espoir a fui mon esprit Cette faiblesse d'ame empeste le peche... La robe blanche, mes idees noires entachent de suie innocente cet autel d'une purete
[Europe Bonus Track] [Music: M. Weikath, A. Deris, M. Grosskopf, S. Gerstner, D. Loble / Lyrics: A. Deris] [Lector (in howling wind):] Forgotten in
... Just need some more to stand my own. Why I live this way? Who knows. Why I live this way? He knows. Is this damnation? Or a beginning? I'll take "
