Lord, I'm a working man And music is my trade I'm travelin' with this five-piece band I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family Who don't see
Baby, I'm going out of town To handle some business for a few days But don't you worry 'cause I'll call you Like it's not long distance 'Cause I hate
I'm in your absense tonight You left me in the dark and took the light So i'll wait in the silence that hides inside And don't bother leaving the light
What's with the sweat and nervous smile Looks like your pain's gonna kill us all Just like a gun don't care at all Feel's like your justice it made us
Breaking day Finally hours pass and they help A cityscape Communities that care and nurture I am part of something bigger than the heartache Wishing
Non guardero mia piu negli occhi la mia gelosia e tornera l' indifferenza a farmi compagnia fai spazio, fai spazio, fai spazio piu che puoi, piu che se
When syllables go soundless The sensation kills you To the brink of burning From the fill of your filth Through the lacking of skill While walking through
Blinded behind walls of Self built stained glass Focus enters eyes well watered At last, the eyes with vision split Hewn end to end, life force leaked
The gathering now of storms within That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land The swarming devourers
I will not bear to watch While the animated sadness releases A cyanide touch for us So utterly devastating its measure glides The breath that is born
So salvation, here runs the flood, here dies the love The banner of the ungranted and our darkest days The feelings that were forced Out of fear without
Can you hear us when we scream Of our burdened beliefs ending all sanity? The wrong to right indeed I wonder The promise to break instead to suffer Can
There is an aftertaste to celebrate In the swings of my suicide Or the lines I will draw by myself Within the grasp, fictitious pasts and all my doubts
R. Williams I have etched the scrolls into my skin The hangman's noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial There is a sin not yet commited O, he of
Suffering In The Golden Cross Upon Which The Rose Of The Soul Unfoldeath You Hear A Voice Whispering To You, The Sweet Breath Fans Across Your Faith
The absence of god will bring you comfort, baby, And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich, And i'm not my body or how i choose to
The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich And I'm not my body or how I choose to
Absence, of my life. Absence, of myself. Dry away, my tears of glass. You'll hear my screams, when they stop. Death is, the final silence. Absence, of
