You lift me up and knock me down I'm never sure just what to feel when you're around I speak my heart but don't know why 'Cause you don't never really
And now, for your listening pleasure A few moments of pure digital silence
Ah, aaah, aaah, aah (x7) With your fake smiles Fake smiles When you call my name I known.... All your friends Are getting better Irritating restless
[Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson] A systematic killer Returning from Madrid Murdered Mozart in his garden Mussolini ran and hid He was chosen
A painted promise - a smokescreen dream It wasn't all we thought it'd be A fortune made - when we betrayed The faith we'd placed in our blind belief
War for profit can nothing stop it Punish those unloyal war for oil We dominate we obliterate World economics and other countries U.S. policy hands in
I drank until I couldn't walk anymore But what did I accomplish by falling to the floor? I'm filled with cheerful conversation & a loving dialogue Everything
Silence surrounds me, Violence hounds me, My fear astounds me, Finds me standing here, Stranded behind this Blind, black line veneer
She's by the window alone Silently crying Mourning the love that is gone Desperately denying Tears run down her face Like the rain Been crying now for
There's a voice a word that sleeps away, she screams and shows the land for a moment. There's a place where you are not the same and tears leave your
Verse 1: When I asked you You said nothing was wrong But I listened to your magical song All it's notes were gone You sang it, I heard Silence speaks
It comes from deep within So swiftly without warning A place that no one speaks of Cares not for what's at stake The beast tears into walls of the
Captured Within A Shroud of Autumn All Is Silent as I Depart The Earth Only The Sound of A Storm So Far Drawing Nearer To Catch My Soul My Life Is Ended
Gaze at the twilight in the bloodred sky The evil gods are rising Shadows revealed by the darkened moon Behold the diabolical signs Nocturnal souls gathered
If I compiled all my crimes and my lies into amnesty, would you come back to me? The small on my lips is a sign that I don't hear you leaving me, that
But only now have I discovered. He is not of this world. He is a ghost. One that rests in the the places where holiness is washed across the floors. He
Forgive the silence but your reasoning is fought This is the only thing you know but you're not making sense at all You could end this now if you would
The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between The awareness of a cold world in which
