Letting your hands slip away As all strength seems to be gone Let?s simply spare the effort We both know it would be wrong Look at where you stand
: Letting your hands slip away As all strength seems to be gone Let?s simply spare the effort We both know it would be wrong Look at where you stand
dreaming? I see your face and I reach out, The vision dissolves then it just fades away, Drawing alone in my own thoughts, Calm of the storm there is silence, Empty
looking yourself in the eye And God help the children playing their game, The end of the game is goodbye They pass through your vision like thoughts in a dream Your good times are slipping
Every day He's farther away Only the skies above him Watching him fly With a gleam in his eye Wouldn't you love to love him? I know It's not safe too
yourself in the eye And God help the children, playing their game The end of the game is goodbye They pass through your vision like thoughts in a dream Your good times are slipping away
up like a happy meal Get a steel grip, you won't feel shit We move single file, like we on a field trip Get ya permission slip, can you vision it? Empty
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart's being chipped Noticing not that id already slipped To a sin of love's false security From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace Answers of emptiness
was the river this is the sea" Found myself at the highway trucks thundering by pillars and pylons pointing away up at the sky cars hissing like visions
. And if I were to enter slumber? Only sleep, guarded by a sense I may never wake, Slipping into narcoleptic state. Seas of tormented bliss, Ebb away
tell yah baby dont slip away, slip away, dont slip through my fingers, dont slip through my fingers, dont slip through my fingers, dont slip away, dont slip through my fingers, dont slip
only foe You're carried away Nothing's real about your fame I can see you drown in your own wake So pale, so thin you'd float away I see you trying so
Waiting and watching the sands slip away from me Looking into the eyes of eternity I have feared the cold grip of death and the unforeseen I have hoped
of view Washed away with the tides of time Slipped through our fingers as dreams do IV. Quietus From sleeping visions Daily were
tough before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one Ten shots from the Mack empty
before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one Ten shots from the Mack empty
losing conscience from a good distance... solaris is dimly shinning, and is desperately trying to pierce the pale wall of mist, blurring his vision.
in the eye And God help the children, playing their game The end of the game is goodbye They pass through your vision like thoughts in a dream Your good times are slipping away
