Baby it's no mystery You don't have to tell me What you're doing here With all the stars in your blue eyes Washed away by disappointed tears You say
[The prince:] My dear father you have left us For a better place to be The people's tears are falling But they still just cannot see That Hister is so
I, I've seen it all before, heading north, the parole I sit here and watch it all come down A mile away from hell, back in a foreign land But will tomorrow
A thick mist in a cold Autumn night lies on the ground and devour the environment A moonfog makes the infernal mood A time comes when man get his bestial
(If you win, or you lose, it's the Question of Honour) (And the way that you choose, it's the Question of Honour) I can't tell what's wrong or right
Passive fields January two thousand and twelve A nation that stands alone Cold voices, faces pale Gathered unto their judgment day Such pride remains
Shame me All on you I'm on you Break me Drag me down Leave me out Save me I won't bend You won't win Honor
I'm so envious of you You appear to have it all together No signs of dementia I applaud you You're so perfect, I'm so second rate No signs of lunacy,
All this pain closing in pressure from every side has got me running Advice comes to cloud my plight and opinions breed my confusion I will admit I
Let's go back to square one again, it seems like we've all lost touch with what we all once loved so much... we've lost so much what happened to those
Some things are just the truth, Like how the sky is blue, And wheels will always roll. A mile won't pass without me missing you and it breaks, It breaks
So it's been weeks and I can't help but stop and think, These rooms seem cold without you. Memories turned salty cheeks, I still feel the flames you
Call me the song beating in your heart, The needles mark, scrape, and pry, Damage is done, when all these cuts bleed dry, I'll have your glory carved
Winding roads and wrong turns With the flip of a coin your hopes come crashing down It's easy to be bitter when clarity becomes a cloud Plans have
It's all the same, putting others down to take their place Wasting away, strung high on attitude Did we forget we all came from the same start? It'
Just these words to right the wrong, One simple phrase, two hands to play along. Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives, We play with sharper
When did life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on
Please tell me how we did this We got ourselves into such a mess again We've fought so long We can't remember what the hell it was all about I can't