There are clouds on the horizon. Shifting colors, heavy rain. High above the roaring thunder. Shooting bullets through your brain. There's something
The gate is closed, the sky is burning. Dark clouds of claw set in. A world at war, no relevation could help predict a mankind fall. Somewhere above
This is the sound of the lost Beaten and broken Rising up and claiming what was been taken from us From the shadows of the past From the depths of our
This Is The Sound Of The Lost, The Beaten And Broken, Rising Up and finding what has been, Taken From Us, From The Shadows Of The Past, From The Depth
It's a one-horse town One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless
silence - at the threshold of life can you feel - that empty body do you remember - the way you lived you are dying - all the years have disappeared
Are you drifting, is there nowhere to go life support is down and your systems low are you cruising on your secondary cells waiting for the bell (
Broken wings upon me, Disappointed's tears Perverse fortune wakes up Magnitude of my exist Waiting for sentence of the death Suspended in huge vacuum
i have lost the unobtainable i am faithless and afraid my emotions are unstable control is hanging by a thread and the misery of the world is weighing
you used to call me different like there was something wrong a vanishing of reason a soon forgotten song you used to call me special when i was very
You lived the life you dreamed the dream You built the wall that stands between Blocked out the light that gave you hope Withdrew your words before you
gather round you sinners who don't believe in peace you can all be winners if you let your soul fly free don't be afraid the threat's not for real be
as a child i recall i had once believed i would die before i reached seventeen seventeen i remember i faced the truth when i understood your prophecy
her memory still hangs over me and over me she kneels i cannot find a constancy in anything i feel i do not have words to say how much of me she takes
[Part One: fission] Atom by atom gaining a few Collapsing and waxing and building anew Eleven dimensions curled up so tight Time and space one thing
Each new life killing time They must wait can't escape Clinging on each sad song Swells the throng millions strong Unaware if they care Am I real if
modern man has turned his back on old philosophies lost the spiritual universe and gained reality worship money, scientists and grim normality what use