A Red Gone BlueI swam across a desert
Just to find my clothes
I reached an island
On a peninsula I knew
I started thinking of myself
How there's no place to go
Now that I'm on my feet
Aim For The Skystill find you waiting here
that feeling doesn't pass
i find you searching
looking down from above
still feel the way you do
so sad so deep in the blue
you hurt from the silence
Beauty And The BeastMy brains in my pocket
Think I need some glue
Some more like you
Shadows in my closet
Creeping after me
They warn me
I close my eyes and I pray that I'm lifted
Focus - RebornRiders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this world we're thrown
Again
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
ForplayHow many ... obvious
I see your reflection
No matter how many ways you change
You're still on the same lines
Broken heart so long ago
Can't tell which way is the way
that you think you should go
GosiaIs there a way to mend a broken heart
Pick up the pieces, try to find a new start
Heading for Peridon and the wind is cold
Was there a reason for them prophets to choke
No reservations I'll keep rebelling on
Sing for the fallen ones
We're a little sad
Hopi Eldersit seems like everyday is the same day
there's nothing worth believing
there's no one to believe in
it feels like everyday is fading
slowly suffocating
in your world
it seems like everyday is the same day
Jack NicholsonMust have been a thousand thoughts
Went through my head
As I walked through your door
Must have been a thousand roses
But now, it's come down to this
A kiss of a snake in the woods by the lake
It haunts me
Nothing ReallyAll the things that are in your mind, now fade
All the things that you felt inside
That was me
All these things that you thought billowed to your own life
Are drifting away again and I just might
Kill you, what if I must leave you behind
Follow, follow, wake up
ParabellumSunday morning comes and
Leaves a ringing in my head
Yesterday falls to waste.
I’ve seen no sunshine
Here for days I’ve been
Lifted, twisted
Run down in roads.
Preachers Daughter Leaves and lie belong I’m calling to me in the wind
I close my eyes set for the moment
We say wrong so wrong
Clearly mistaken
I’m so ordinary
Like I’m broken Mary
And she flies above me
It feels like I’m dying
Recon
Must have been something wrong with the air on that morning
I could see through the eyes of the birds they were coming
I remember thinking to myself
That I am just a stranger in their land
When the bullets were flying
My comrades were falling
Self StorageClose your eyes
Pretend to smile
Everyone is watching your moves
The wound makes mind
A sun burnt sky
Kinda like a paper in desert winds
Yet I still remember feelings
From another mind
Son Of Sam - ProphecyCold as a mythic comes from your ears
Never underestimate the powers we're given
Wake the dead, walk again, if you want it
Make my day, took your pain, again
We won't suffer, suffer anymore
Ever since I've seen the blood stains on the floor
terroristOn my way on coming down
I had a vision of loss
On my way from the coroner
I left it out all lying in a box
It's been a long time coming
And your time's coming
Round, round, round the clock
And your sweet surrender
The Shovel and the StoneIts amazing how them color seem to disappear
It seems funny how the wind seem to blow through your hair
Come here for a little while near fall a broken heart
As come as I seem I won’t follow
Lily thing seem to be swallow
As I know.
It’s amazing how the sun like bust in your eyes
To Kill A PriestI walk the fine line
I walk the fine line
To your soul
I walk the fine line
I walk you back to my home
When, this situation
This situation
Is me
VentrilaquistJohnny’s gone missing
It's been a long 30 days
He couldn't fit in a paper full of lies
So he tossed them away
And Johnny knew he wasn't coming back
He knew he wouldn't have a home again
He couldn't fit it in a paper cup of lies
So he tossed it away
Warflowerrain falling around me
can't tell if weather is warm
or why I am cold?
fame falls all around me
can't tell if I should just hide or run
some people hold onto their misery,
a token of their lives
painted faces, warlike, they march on