[Music: Dream Theater / Lyrics: John Petrucci] The water's edge Is where she waits Lost soul still wandering Meant to die But she's stuck not crossing
The waters edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wondering, meant to die, but shes stuck not crossing over. The other side is where he waits
Tonight a thousand angels fall Heaven's up against the wall Changes holding sway We can make you anyone By the morning we'll be gone The ministry of saints
Tonight, tonight, tonight Go! Tonight is ours Give me your passion Tonight is ours Give me your heart Tonight is ours Now and forever Tonight is ours
The Lord said stand up Paul and dry up your tears You must preach my gospel for many long years Go to DAMASCUS the way that is straight You
'm a king now God had a smile on His face When He made me Put me on top of His grace I'm the king, bow for me Ministry, bow for me, ministry
All the locals hide their tears of regret Open fire 'cause I love you to death Sky high with a heartache of stone You'll never see me 'cause I'm always
What's lies, full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blood-shot eyes We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Creepy eyes conspire to reduce the point of view Closing all the windows doors in view Greeting on the setting suns, my breath lies Watching with indifference
You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what Some sick [Incomprehensible
I start out you're in a daze and people start younger and In a thousand days and now it's getting overexposed Then someone asks,"Well how do you sleep
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say
Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Drinking the blood of Jesus Drinking it right from his veins Learning to swim in the
Hot lava Big Monkey flow Chokin' on a color Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah) Hot lava Cool down Big travel every town Roll it over with a ball and
They get you ready to fight The fuse is ready to blow You shoot to kill on sight They call you G I Joe You never wanted to stop The smell of burning
Never trust a junkie Blood keeps drinking away Certain of it?s destination Driving through New Orleans at night Gotta find a destination Just one fix
Three, two, one, roll five You got something to say You better jump in my face Got something to hide You're scared as shit and should die Aim Reload
Take this invitation Bishops Queen to pawn All of us were taken All that was is gone Of this information Shames us one and all Where's my compensation
