: Is this burned A light on the stake Totured and dunked In maimless grace Centuries wane Authority died Scattering seeds of legion lies Sinister rouge
: Maybe it?s too late for an intellectual debate, but a residue of confusion remains. Changing with the times, and amphetamine tortured minds are
: Striking at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time And elegant in its fury An aberrant crack as
: We strike first and we're unrehearsed here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth come on, get your money's worth don't wanna
win and we?re stuck here together ?Yeah, I hope it will last forever.? ?Don?t ever dare to hope,? he said ?So I?m never let down too bad ?I know
: The quickening is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in a jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise
: Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition
: Oh yeah! A study of history reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery You talk about abstraction at the top of the list But you might as well get
: Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I failed to stray Cause I had nothing
: The road is narrow, the horizon wide And to say what?s waiting on the other side His soul, a warden (i.e. God), and the ultimate prize But what
: This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances, so meaningless and vain, though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances, so meaningless and vain, though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders
Maybe it?s too late for an intellectual debate, but a residue of confusion remains. Changing with the times, and amphetamine tortured minds are
Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition
t win and we?re stuck here together ?Yeah, I hope it will last forever.? ?Don?t ever dare to hope,? he said ?So I?m never let down too bad ?I know
Striking at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time And elegant in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons
The road is narrow, the horizon wide And to say what?s waiting on the other side His soul, a warden (i.e. God), and the ultimate prize But what good
There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and writing crop anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping