Paroles:
Empty Vision In Our Hands

our time with questions We waste our time with being afraid Instead of going our own way When will we start to live our own lives And free ourselves of our

they kill me, there's happiness in the sky for me So if it's death around the corner, I can't stop it if I wanna Jesus just let me empty my tip, and

of being a man Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay. I tried to drive all through the night, The heart stroke ridden weather, the barren empty

Let our words burn a sign in the sky. My lover's prayer. It's as easy as talking to you. All my life, having you there. In my own private vision come

like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful

water's dry. I see her face and run to take her hand Whey she's never there I don't understand The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down Visions

passing Your house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range A piggy bank A vision too removed

hands up and shout What's this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's this

racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands