Who wants to separate The world we know from marred beliefs And who sees only black and white Distinguish loss from sacrifice Some day we may come to
I am the moment, the soul The moment that ends it all I am the second, the will The serpent, the one you last recall The living pulse of nightmares
this will die out. Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory hipocracy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass
Ah, what was the question, oh yeah, Memento Mori It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and
Narrative fear. A fever is dancing in stride ? metronome memory. Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition. Fumbled
Lost in the swarm deteriorating with the bset of them But every sweet breath Breathes the question Will you be too cold to hold my hand? Or will you
My life's minds plagued by lyssophobia In a cage solitude locks me in As the dark blackened walls close in on me Dementia strikes, there's no turning
Can't you see how far I've bent? Fuel abuse At my expese. The link thats crawl up silken Threads and, swift, entomh the not quite dead. That sickening
Sometimes you think you're untouchable Just look behind you, you are but a man Sometimes you think things can't get worse Just look behind you, you are
Who wants to separate The world we know From our beliefs And who sees only black and white Distinguish loss from sacrifice Someday we may come to peace
I am the moment, the soul The moment that ends it all I am the second, the will The serpent, the one you last recall The living pulse of nightmares Is
Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen
[music: Argento, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead] I bid my last wits a sad goodbye Sundown is closing in There are secrets the dreamland keep More than meets
[music: Argento, Wead, lyrics: Wead] Come rain, come shine, no lie of mine Eternal dark is my shrine The sun might shine outside but in my heart death
[music: Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead] Silent storm clouds Slow they came, in God's name Bold and blinded We're the same, still no shame Is this our
[music and lyrics: Wead] The fallen and graceless, the twisted and odd Outcasts from heaven, abandoned by God Wakeless in daylight, evoked by the night
[music and lyrics: Marcolin] Living your life in such a rush You have so much to do, time is not enough Never a thought about that day When you'll be
[music: Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Marcolin] My father was undergoing surgery His heart had failed him so terribly The operation was very dangerous I felt