EYES! "Look directly into the light this time." [Aceyalone] I say look into the light See what you look like [Chorus] I scribble on a clean surface,
seems Healthy and pure But it's depths can be deceiving Obscuring from view That all is not well There is something beneath the surface There is something
eye (This fragile surface may hold the weight of all that's locked inside But will it help you clean your slate, or do you just run and hide You can run...) This fragile surface
You understand me Put my mistakes aside Stop walking close to me Its what the truth is Moving away from this Dont let it surface again Everything is
tout terrain La guerilla s'amorce un danger auto-produit Conduit apporte le bruit quand le poison s'est introduit. {Refrain:} L'enfer remonte a la surface
Judged by appearance, and misspoken words Not the content of one's character, just by what you heard Have you heard of rumors? Some clash with lies One
I'm in love with your- I'm in love with your- A lost soul for me to redeem A blank stare that will gleam with happiness A palet I can bring some color
Please excuse me while I Suspend reality And throw away all logic And surround myself with barriers I can't be exposed to All these elements that Errode
I see the numbers everywhere I look Not trying to look for anything at all I see the fractions adding up to something whole The puzzle peices form a
Somethings happening Somewhere in the background I've only seen a glimpse And thought I understood the world I have been proven wrong There's something
Convince yourself that someone cares All I am is what you see There is nothing more than the surface of me [x6] What you see is the surface of me
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Last of the emotions Have vanished in the dead world Empathy died in slash of steel Funeral of humanity Funeral of humanity Inside the cold dead minds
Below the surface of cold earth In secret crypt Corpse of young female victim Dried and cold Scent of death in the air Gratification on altar Of flesh
Cries under the torment Weeping on the cross Rusty nails penetrating the flesh Punishment for the man Once again Shadows of the crosses Darken the ground
Places of sickness nurse me cold, Attendant whiteness glare in dark, Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams. Shattered proofing
if our dreams give way to the dawn of old? What if lost desire cant be found? No shelter, no barriers between Whats already inside Retreats when the surface
Cold days in April Were brought about by change in vain Finding comfort in the falling of the rain The rain Cold days in April Were brought about by