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Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor
See him turn bedeviled and blacked
For the canvas beauty had locked him back
Away from the King of hearts so pure
In with temptations alluring pour
Away from her his compass mass
The everglade the bonny lass
The actress love that he mistook
A siren for his aging look
The actress love that he mistook
A siren love for his aging look
Here stands Dorian at her need
In Hedonisms shaft like look
He wears the ID, the painter mistook
And with her flame he'll burn its flesh
Burn the freeze transcend the mesh
Riders wings, you give me back
The siren for his aging look
The actress love that he mistook
The siren love for his aging look
Here stands Dorian at her need
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Time flies
Time crawls
Like an insect
Up and down the walls
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
The conspiracy
Of silence ought
To revolutionize
My thought
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
The cold light of day
Pours out of me
Leaving me black
And so healthy
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
It jerks out of me
Like blood
In this still life
Heart beats up love
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
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I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth
Present a fear and laugh at you
Leave you lost unsure removed
The must I feel to put it right
Put an end to naive faith
In slick successes avenue
The vacuum of save face
Direct words can turn lost minds
Towards some monster seed
Lyrics sung from pretty looks
Can on the reader feed
Be strong to check and recognise
The pretty face is all
But being used to sell you songs
That never say it all
The incident meets the senses
The illusions in a mask
The sun of a summer afternoon
Docility rocks the mask
Broken loose from moorings
In a flash the swell had passed
Towards the beach with unabated speed
Confessions of a mask
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Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky
Ideas can matter too much
Can't hear for lack of sleep
Breathing in the smoking ruins
The rockets in the shadows whispering
Singing in the underground
Love and the never men
Can't hear for lack of sleep
Looking for the past
Try to slip the script
Gun the lowest plane
Hidden all eyes know
Try to slip the script
Gun the lowest plane
Hidden all eyes know
There's some use in treating courage
As a remote friend
Learning what it is to lie
Stop crash fall
On a leper mass of swelling glass
Cleaning up the swamps
You are the heart of hearts
Wonder dig and try
Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye
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The love of the Never man
Jumps through the blackest heat
His imminent green innocent sweet
Is blocked and returns
The love of the Never man
Is blocked and returns
The love of the Never man
Contains a story he
Never being heard
Dreaming of a better time to come
When better days will mean
Being, hearing never sleep
The Never man will weep
-Never sleep at night
The Never man will weep
-Never sleep at night
Swimming in the idea moat
Dreams of better days will come
Those re-occurring maybes that -
-force the never haze will come
The love of the Never man jumps through the blackest heat
His eminent innocent sweet
His innocent sweet
The love of the Never man
Can't breath for smoking ruins
Third eye glimpses a second thought
Is blocked and returns
Can't breath for smoking ruins
Contains a story he
Never being heard
When better days will mean-
-can't breath for smoking ruins
Love of the Never man
Jumps through the blackest heat
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Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue heart turn away?
How rich is your surface? How much do you care?
Does your blue heart turn away? How deep is that stare?
Time hints that it's on your side, don't think it's there
What's past could be a teaser line between mind and air
Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof
I never seem to get the drift when I hear some crowd talk
It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter or the one line track of thought
Isolation lies like dread, outcast fears
In which they are so, so locked reduced to tears
Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof
Interviewed your dreams walked on thin air
No time to wonder now as I break through their stare
Would they understand if I were to show
That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go
Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof
Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof
Would they understand if I were to show
That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go
Would they understand if I were to show
That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go
Would they understand if I were to show
That their answers burned to ground, so I, so I turned to go
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Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are
With your sunken eyes
And your pretty looks
Underneath a see through disguise
You are desperate for a good hook
Desperate for a good hook
You try so hard to see what you want
The answer is clear
Should you see your face
In the mirror, dear
Is that the movement of fear?
You are kicking out at them
Judging all the time
As you criticize the bull
You do it just as fine
You are the source of what
You'd call weird pop
Well, that's all you've seen
That's all you've got
Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are
This is the movement of fear, ha
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The girls won't touch me
Cos I've got a misdirection
Living at night isn't helping my complexion
The signs all saying it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection
Mamma threw me out till I get some pants that fit
She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited, always gotta lose
Man that send me off
Let them take the cure
Don't need a cure
Need a final solution
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
Seems I'm a victim of natural selection
Meet me on the other side, another direction
Don't need a cure
Need a final solution
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Allah'im lütfet ki gittiğimiz her yere bariş götürelim
Bölücü degil bagdaştirici birleştirici olabilelim
Nefret olan yere sevgi, yaralanma olan yere affedicilik
Kuşku olan yere inanç, ümitsizlik olan yere ümit
Karanlik olan yere aydinlik ve üzüntü olan yere
Sevinç satici olmayi bize lütfet yarabbi
Kusurlari gören degil, kusuru örtenlerden
Teselli arayanlardan degil teselli edenlerden
Anlayis bekleyenlerden degil, anlayis gösterenlerden
Yalniz sevilmeyi isteyenlerden değil
Sevenlerden olmamiza yardim et
Yagmur gibi hiç bir sey ayirt etmeyip
Aktigi her yere canlilik bahsedenlerden
Günes gibi hiç bir sey ayirt etmeyip
Isigiyla tüm varliklari aydinlatanlardan;
Toprak gibi hersey üstüne bastigi halde
Hiç bir seyini esirgemeyip
Nimetlerini herkese verenlerden olmayi bize lutfet
Alan degil, veren ellerin
Affedici oldugu için affedilenlerin
Hak ile dogan hak ile yasayan
Hak ile ölenlerin ve sonsuz yasam da yeniden doganlarin
Safina katilmayi bize nasip eyle.
Amin
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