your face Its naive to make believe that you're right, it's not bright Only fools go walking on thin ice, twice You and life can skip the strife and
to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell
And getting up was fun I couldn't care, 'cause I'm already there I'm already there, and I'm ready there Turn around and face the clock I'd sit and
, I'll never be a happy slave May this cold sever my face And my the pain weaken my fists No inner strife will touch me The only truth is in my heart
they walked and walk among us and carry on their vileconvictions education is prevention this is our struggle, this is our strife we took just a fight
Purged up like a gargoyle waiting up in a tree Dropped down apon a victim falls so silently Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night Lurking through
, now that Misfortunehas faced my kind; Weary glazed stare, Beneath the Pitch-black hair. On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn Flood of tears, caused by strife
Rosemary Heaven restores you in life Coming with me Through the aging, the fear and the strife It's the smiling on the package It's the faces in the sand
be at hand? Is the face in the sand Future memory of our tragedy? Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand Future memory of our tragedy? [Repeat
me You have made a home in my memory There you will abide for forever And I will keep you warm in the night [3rd movement:] In the face of an awful
the wind She topples, balances again Consumed by the evening's masterpiece Completely introverted From here I could stare down eternity Leave alone and not feel deserted I'm tired of interesting faces
you wear in this caper that is our life we walk right into the strife and a tear from your eye brings me home the clouds in your eyes down your face
And laughed at all Your slander And pierced Your hands With the nails of blasphemy How could I do this? I don't know Said something forced me to it, so Spit in Your face
called across the years Of rages and of strife Of all the human misery And all the waste of life We wondered where our God was In the face of so much
waiting for Cyanide, living dead inside Break this empty shell forevermore Say, is that rain or are they tears? That stained your concrete face for years Crying, weeping, shedding strife
been a lot of fun But now it's french / a little tense She hadn't done the reading There she sat / hoped to pass Didn't think to face the fact That oh
One day you're up, next day you're down, where does it end? War in the east, war in the south no one can win Hunger and strife taking the lives of brothers