covered in sweat My younger brother calls me a killer And my daddy calls me a vet Everybody says I'm someone else And I'm sick and there's no cure Damned
I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL We hear them sayin' Now first you must cure your temper
No birds today Just this square patch of gray Molting sky moving in on its morning prey No words today No one knocking at the gate I lost my name long
mediate on His law but wont exhuast it God'll take our hearts and carve it like Boston Market [Chorus] [The Ambassador] Sin kills like arsenic, God is pure But some cant stomach His cure
But the force of the night conquers my surprise Kids on the street corner peddlin' maps On how to meet the stars Prostitute turns, my body burns She'll cure
you away. So take the time to analyze just what you've done. You're in three different periods of time all at once. Look to the sky to see the path in
I could see you; if that's not too absurd. Am I in love? or am I dreaming? 'Cause I'm not sensibly just taken by your words; for once I found a cure.
Now as we're flying across the sky Despair's dying as noone lies, winds let us go Storm, through we're chasing with mighty wings Deep salvation I feel
side The treasure I have to preserve from you Countless riches here do lie And no one dares to challenge this power of mine Let me fly to the sky once
let your inner forces win Impure Is this the cure? Only imaginary shells Hear what the infinite tells [Lead: Malmstrom] Far beyond the silent dawn Come join me above the sky
this is a human right then why aren?t we free? The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree. 100 million faces, staring at the sky, Wondering
a bomb attack It will be a great comeback lets make those bastards pay on your daughters wedding day Lets start a fire that is burning from the sky Demolition
REFRAIN: Should we stay or runaway That?s the price we have to pay And then before we fade to grey, the message is love Tell me where the sky is blue
There is an ache inside your head just beating all the time. You know the cure is in your hands. The bell begins to chime. You do believe you are the
ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek) Out where the desert meets the sky
filled with snow, And people rush to make it home? I think of those with nowhere to go, I just wanna be a miracle. The stars are lighting up a sky, A