Everyone around me seems to be ageing by the day lines like war maps upon their faces where is our neverland? where is our innocence? for all i
I will never let this happen, again the begining, of the end the city clocks tick us towards the end wealth neglecting 'poor?' something must be
blows, in her presence i lay -in her presence i lay numb shooting stars shared wishes for my desire was hers one day i wan't to wake to see the sunrise
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fighting this war? what are we still fighting this for? open your eyes from what may awaken them to see the true night and day wake up, wake up, wake
Last night the storm an i, were caught between two seas lighting bleached the sky, thunder shook the glass the wind stripped everything, of its
m out of time Feel your heart When I dream I'm out of time Feel your heart I feel your heart I feel your heart I feel your heart I'd like to say that
pain? Numb with the sedatives storm with silver rays I am the guinea pig of his experiment The machine and my body are just one tired heart Reach
is the shape of a sound that can't be heard but it rings when I'm unrevealed by you There's a quiet storm and my skin gets torn and I wake brand new
your steadfast courage. This will be my final command to you. Now come... follow your King into battle one last time. Into the fray we ride... For the
that you could only dream Maybe it will take all the sorrow away And let you feel free Nothing like a storm in your heart to wake you up Someone by your
away I saw the storm reach from the sky to the ground As dark as the day was bright I can't go into this alone My body will fall before I let you down I know all about your weeping heart
it right on your head [?] [Verse One] By the time that she wake up and smear on her make up She's dressed to kill, no heart behind her A-cup Silly girl
[Break: Steele (Tek)] Tek N Steele (we make professional moves) Special team (if you choose, the battle will lose) We make rules (wake up dudes, stealth
that left the angels reeling Atonement crept into his midst Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati, full of stars This abductor of his heart
like a whore house The crooked systems the pimp that got us workin' 'til me worn out Storm clouds so it's dark when I wake up Same street, same run for