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It was there that I saw you
And it was there that I came
As evening sighs,
Rises up against the sky-line
Let me come and have my leis
You were fair and fey as a sun that evil day
We were bold and life was great
But as time went on
I wondered what was wrong
I wondered what became of you
Let me hold you in my arms dear
And let me melt in the heat of your gaze
And let the clock strike one,
Time and mind go marching on
Let our sense of selves decay
It was there that I saw you
In the heat of a summer's embrace
But as time went on
I wondered what went wrong
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Are you asleep, are you in a dream?
The copper shades of a morning
Distant lights beckon & fade
Unwritten songs of another day
I fear that you would never be
Every song in the world for me
I took your hand, led you astray
You cursed the worlds I longed to save
Is heaven to you a perfect place?
The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face?
A field of lives to sow and reap
That some of us will never see
Why is it I don't feel the same?
Are my longings to be blamed
For not seeing heaven like you would see;
Why is a song a world for me?
What is forgiveness?
It's just a dream.
What is forgiveness?
It's everything
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The only sin in this world of pain
In this world of shame
In this world of heartache
The only sin in this world unjust
In this world of lust
In this world distrusting
The only sin in this world corrput
Where passions erupt
And end abrupt
Is a crime
With no great gestures cry
Its eyes, with no great evils shine
Here among all the vicious beasts
With their blood lust feast
Ordained by black priests
Here among poison viper's bite
A police gunfight
In the unknown night
Is a man
With no great master plan
No deadly weapon clutching in his hand
You'll never see the light
In the darkest night
Never see the light
Never see the light
When the boredom comes
If you're one of the boring ones
The only crime in this violent place
With lies two faced
Where loves disgraceful
Crimes committed with sharpened knives
And wasted lives
Of those who are forced
To shove
And murder the peace dove
There is no higher calling from above
You'll never see the light
Quell this appetite
Never see the light
Never see the light
When the boredom comes
When you're one of the boring ones
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It is a round about that I can't leave
I circle for decades
Only to find obscurity
My life is haunted by young devilry
I heard your voice
On my stereo
Lost into the night
Brutal kids of this promised future
Cut the highways
With shards of truth
I call out to my young and black hearted
Do you believe in what I have seen?
I heard your voice
On my stereo
Lost into the night
Do you believe in what I have seen?
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Looking back in time
Through verses set in nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains & the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
(How near, how far, how lost they are)
I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
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Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
Fallen angel no need to hide
All bodies collide and fate decides
Where vengance hits
Where our love will fit
I can't find your face
I can't see a trace
In a world coming to a close
I'm so damned I can't win
With my heart in my hands again
Take your hurt
A muse of sin
With my heart in my hands again
And this is where it began
Shot through a shattered lens
And there is virtue in lonliness
In vacant lots and florescent malls
In one room coffins and crowded halls
There is nothing to be done
We have lost all control
I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm
I'm so damned
I can't win
With my heart in my hands again
Take your hurt
A muse of sin
Passing glance forgotten
Reason to doubt
So pry your eyes
From a film that never ends
I'm so damned
I can't win
With my heart in my hands again
Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
There is nowhere to hide
Ride the apocalypse
Fallen angel no need to hide
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Rolling thunder
Like a voice that commands
Rain drops fall
Like the blood from your hands
Pray to God
But I doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to piss in tonight
Millions of people
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep
Dark clouds of rage
Black out the sun
The rivers will run
Red with their blood
No place left dry
No place of shelter for which to run
People huddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun
Millions of people
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud
Rain falling down
Is this another great flood?
The rivers are running
Red with our blood
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All sewn up
Pull out the seams
Take your call
Your voice is static
Far from my reach
I burn the page
Images are blurred
Am I afraid?
Around my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent accident
Find my pulse
Trapped in a locked box
Teeth in a grind
All night amphetamine
Noise to the tape
Comes like a shattered beast
Cast a shade
Your mouth destroys me
Around my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent accident
Come down dawn in one piece
Come down dawn to find some peace
Driven to shambles on a tip
I never said that I would quit
And the next song takes over
[Spoken:]
Wake your eyes up
And put your feet to the floor
Wake your mind up
And push your body to the door
And step off on to the porch
And into the street
And the night will have its way with you
And you find a place on the wall for your slogan
And your audience is the people of New York
And you were trying to take a stab
Trying to take a stab
And to make something out of it
And the acrylic hit the wall and bricks
To defeat the deposition
A nexus
An image
A vison
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution
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Hard to imagine, hard to perceive
find an expression for what it all means
All panic and struggle, all death and decay
Its coming together in relative ways yeah
This electric guitar hanging to my knees
got a couple of verses I can barely breathe
it's all right, it's o.k.k.
It's coming together in relative ways yeah
Its ok i'm a saint I forgave your mistakes
Its ok i'm a saint I forgave your mistakes
and it started to happen, and it's started to change
movement up on us, hope we make it o.k.
takes a life or a couple of days
It's coming together in relative ways yeah
our electric guitar hangs to my knees
got a couple of verses I can barely breathe
it's all right, it's o.k.k.
It's coming together in relative ways yeah
its ok i'm a saint i forgave your mistakes
its ok i'm a saint i forgave your mistakes
its ok i'm a saint i forgave your mistakes
its ok i'm a saint i forgave your mistakes
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This city has lots a certain holds inside
It feels so worn being chained here to this life
I've been around and seen one hundred scenes
Where those who dare to tread the wheel
One day find out what's behind that hill
Spend half a life deciding what went wrong
Trying to find out what took you so long
Until you feel it's all part of some crazy scheme
It conjours in you memories 'til
You discover what's behind the hill
You picked me up and we went for a drive
Into the stained glass cavern of the night
You turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows
Take me from this place I know
The ruined landscapes that I once called home
I don't know what in this world is trying to save me
But I can feel its hand and it's guiding me in sign
From lives I've tried to lead
To the one that I received
Each painted sign along the road
Will melt away in source tags & in code
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You wanna fight?
You wanna scream?
Knowing this is all a dream
Because all you see is blood
You're in fear
You're in denial
You better take care
Because all you see is blood rites
You look into the mirror
Then you step into the mirror
Then you falling through the mirror
All is blind
It's blinding your life
This fear is going after me
So bright I can barely see
Is this all just in my head
I look around and see that
Everything is turning red
You wanna fight?
You wanna scream?
Knowing this is all a dream
Because all you see is blood
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