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17.07.2007 |
1. | Waters Rising |
2. | Antarctica |
3. | Become a Monster |
4. | Quarantine |
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6. | Fear Of Time |
7. | Until The End Of The World |
8. | Fields Of Yesterdays |
9. | Thirst |
10. | The 2Nd Of May |
11. | Deep In The Black |
12. | 5 |
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Angels come to earn their wings
Shield me from the pain I hold so tight
They seem so invisible
The blind can't read without their light
And then the darkness came and cluttered up my kindness game
While everyone said "keep a smile,
and sweep your hurt beneath the tile, and bow to me"
Clipped of wings and forced to fly
All my trust naive weighs me down
And like a child deflected sight
Deaf ears can't hear the killing sounds
Robbed of all my sanity
The norm was mediocrity
And Wise men fell from pedestals
The weak made goblets from their skulls
And came for me
Now, before I go
I'll let you know a secret
Then maybe you'll understand
Staring deep into your soul
I thought could make the torture go
But it seems love never can
Free, roll out to the sea
Martyr out of me
As I sail crucified
Bleed, taking of my seed
Kiss me, turn and leave
And then I have to die, goodbye
Lost my faith so long ago
The worthy come, the worthy go to sleep
Resting far beyond the lies they keep
On my tongue a thousand tears
A burning hate that reappears in me
So now you turn to me, my friend
Try to make me heed my own words
It doesn't work that way
It comes my time, reach ladders I can't climb
I'll take another way
Free, roll out to the sea
Martyr out of me
As I sail crucified
Bleed, taking of my seed
Kiss me, turn and leave
And then I have to die, goodbye
Angels come to earn their wings
Where were they when I thought I could fly?
They remain invisible, and
Wonder why we lose our will to fight
Still now the darkness comes
We close the shades, avoid, be numb
But through the cracks beneath the door
It finds a way, becomes it's whore
So lay with me
Away with me
Free, roll out to the sea
Martyr out of me
As I sail crucified
Bleed, taking of my seed
Kiss me, turn and leave
And then I have to die, goodbye
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