On the crest of a wave So forget this cruel world Where I belong I'll just sit and wait And sing my song And if one day you should see me in the
mother's face Sorry Charlie, for all your pain and your misery But your mother loved you More than any other mother could do Sorry Charlie, sorry One cold
sky On the crest of a wave So forget this cruel world Where I belong I'll just sit and wait And sing my song And if one day you Should see me in the
hand When your road seems like any other Cold and dry, wonder why You've just gotta believe one way or another It's just gotta be worth one more try
cold cruel world I used to understand When every road was paved with wet cement Back when if I was hanging off a cliff you'd be walking on my hands Somebody
we hold sand? slow hands break up the family we all fall down one chance to fail, sleepwalking take off your face you'll learn to trust my dry hands
Brueghel three times Moon wise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast
DESTINY! FROM HELL! WITHOUT A FACE! Deep wounds cut in delusion. Warm blood over cold hands. "My Heart is colder still!" Disappointment and disillusion. Mutilation as the one
the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude They had one thing
Y: Oh my love, won't you please show yourself to me M: Soon I'll take you in my kingdom you're the queen. It's dark and peaceful but my face you'll never
cruel world Where I belong Ill just sit and wait And sing my song And if one day you should see me in the crowd Lend a hand and lift me To your place
I'm not insane That's how it seems though Spiteful, cruel but wise beyond his age My body fails My soul will (rise) The end of life's immortalized Disease
sky On the crest of a wave. So forget this cruel world Where I belong I'll just sit and wait And sing my song. And if one day you should see me in the
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head
take swift flight Aboard chariots in the sky We'll put the powder in our guns And take aim while our faces go numb The studious courtship of cold steel