Oh no, how could this happen to Such an amazing young boy? I had my whole life ahead of me Oh God, how could you have let this Happened to such a lovely
our places (pre-destined fates). God fearing people with minimal goals, Led to the slaughter - "tools with souls". Save us from hellfire - Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet
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Once there were times Once there were reasons filled with rhymes Everything shared, everything told You keep me so warm Protect me from all those mighty
Be careful what you say, Loose talk could sink this ship Well the way that I am as weak as a lamb, See it on my shaky lip There's more to these actions
Blue sing La Lune, sing Lagoon These visions are making me stay The art is pretending, it's art The question is where do you pay? Unpack my case one
Bleak and tired western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, reformation I saw you running through my
Soldier is turning See him through white light Running from strangers See you in the valley War upon war Heat upon heat To cut a long story short I lost
Just leave me with the pride that I worked for Now they've taken the reason away Just leave me with the pride that I worked for today Build on rock,
I could tell you a fairytale, Hold your hand oh so small and frail, But these lies are to no avail In these blues I could give you security, Protect your
We are the night We'll tempt you and turn you on Live in our hearts And play with your man Oh, these are your toys Hold them and they'll obey Blood into
I don't have to be so wise You're just my fantasy and I will fantasize Something more or less to make this things started We're the artisans and we've
There's gotta be something more to this life we're given Gotta be peace o' mind and a piece o' living When the losers have won and the damage is done
Mother doesn't know where love has gone She says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong I see it in her face that's turned to ice And when she
Everybody, we've got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we've got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we've got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we've got
Thank you for coming home Sorry that the chairs are all worn I left them here I could have sworn These are my salad days Slowly being eaten away Just
Oh, mandolin, oh, mandolin Waiting in the dark All centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Memories, oh, memories Lay stains upon your heart
So true funny how it seems Always in time, but never in line for dreams Head over heels when toe to toe This is the sound of my soul This is the sound
