Your goals hang in front of your eyes, but today you'll spend waiting, suffering. Your goals have turned into dreams, another year spent waiting, suffering
We awake to the dawn of a new vicious age, sweating from the nightmares of a thousand hours past. Restitution paid, seams neatly mended, our hearts beat
Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving stomachs. No floods of tears, no stench of death on the screen. Beckoned to dismiss, chosen
I see no fascination, I see no spark of light. Their toys are showered down like acid rain, but the beams will corrode, and we will fall
Etched in the woodwork, the faint histories, the private shadows of secrecy. Their lineage, their words tell us nothing. Their voices caress, and lick
Public service, service for who? The poor fill the prisons, the rich fill the schools. Public servants to serve me and you, they serve to destroy us
A kick to the head, a punch to the face, a bat to your knees, an eye swollen shut. There's no free ride in this part of the country. No glory in this
She sits and watches as the fires light the night. She faces darkness in her last remaining times, asking herself what the carcasses are up to. After
The face of poverty, as willing subjects we all spectate your demise. You can wash away the filth but not the calluses that keep the devils down beneath
skies. We can't run from the storm under black clouded skies. We can't run from the swarm when live in the hive. Are we deaf to the silence, or the
skies. We can't run from the storm under black clouded skies. We can't run from the swarm when live in the hive. Are we deaf to the silence, or the roar
arose Above the snow-covered Hills I was staring at my Queen I will kiss her the last Time To Dust we will fall Together we are now Ashes to Ashes
Sun arose Above the snow-covered Hills I was staring at my Queen I will kiss her the last Time To Dust we will fall Together we are now Ashes to Ashes
me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence