her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades her second
the search For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts And the best of the Catholic Church But if one thing One precious little thing Would darken this
this (Pimpa's paradise) That's all she was now (Pimpa's paradise) That's all she was (Pimpa's paradise) That's all she was, now (Pimpa's paradise)
clock on the wall ticking away "Seize the day", I heard him say Life will not always be this way Look around, hear the sounds Cherish your life while
is soon devastated With ease. (03:43) The temperature decreases. Watch the frozen sean, as my pulse go down. The king has lost its crown. (03:44) Cold
paradise But the truth is no longer fantasy in this world I am the only man to be. I Am Lost, I Was Never Created I Am Lost, Life Is Devastated We
the price for this kind of paradise I'm going out to war, don't wanna live in vain I have to meet me enemy, I've had in my dreams I've lost my empathy
, she was too tired to fight about it Life in the fast lane Surely make you lse your mind Life in the fast lane, everything all the time Life
. Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command
my guiding light When the sun is far too strong When the wind is cold as ice That's when I'll be your life's oasis You will be my paradise So thank
old Lost in imagination, she was left alone And Pops had nothing to let his anger on Oh, he beat her cold, yes he did He beat her cold She used to pray
This time, this age This youth, in rage Enslaved for life A fire burns in paradise Tyrant savior they call out To you like Babylon's great whore As in
all it's worth I don't belong In a situation now That I could not repair I assert myself to sleep Show others that I've cared How cold is this poor life
hollow hearts, rapid beating the pulse is high its never ceasing this cannot be a false pretence as people arise I feel it stone cold, a passive disease
eyes? While mortals watch the day Our fear will pave the way Hidden until the end See a room of crimson Nothing I have seen before Coldness wrapped
Through the searching lights that weave and darts Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart The pain of living life this way must take its toll
lost youth and the age of 'Mythistory'. Many a cold Winters night she has come to me - easing my sorrows and soothing my fears, in the dreams of this
