complete release Madness invades my sense My mind is unable to reason Defying the all unknown Suicide, the solution to my problems Condemnation, the road to the desolation
? Where are You? God, where are You? What will become of me? What will become of me? I guess I?ll never know What will become of me? Doubt, fear, desolation
You walk around with your scars showing. Does everyday threaten the end? We can't know where we're going. It hurts to think of where we've been. Do you
Through the dark forests and mysterious swamps I hear the cry of desolated souls scattered in the cold night sky, went astray and dissolved in the spectral
A dark cloud is rising on the horizon, the skies are glowing in fiery red, The North and the South, East and West, have sworn allegiance to the armies
I have faith in these desolate times A roar down the road of a rumbling war I have faith in these desolate times A chill from the eyes of a man of political
We know you said You said there was nothing left down here Well, I roamed around the wasteland And I swear I found something I found hope, I found God
?You said there was nothing left down here Well I roamed around the wasteland And I swear I found something I found hope, I found God I found the dreams
My mind is bleak and toneless are these walls Moments are passing by like trains that never stop I think without a thought but somehow I think after all
All the men of Sodom Sin had infested Rampant wickedness Perverse mortal race Evil running loose Misleading minds and souls Vile unrestraint Malignant disgrace DESOLATION
Bereft promises made unto me, I always remember watching them fade. Upon winds of blackened torment, The promises' I couldn't see. For they are just
(Instrumental) Prologue The planet of death and damnation. The dumping ground of people with weak souls, who cause war and starvation. The year 1995.
Walking out of nowhere Still no place to go out of life Shadows haunt the evening Through a quiet skies Where I am nowhere is to? In grey they didn't
Desolate and dark is the town where I am found. No money in my pocket. Broken down and cold. I won't let it get me down. The cold is breaking through
Do you know what it is? And how you line them up With the layers of a lipstick We need stacks of bad acts Oh, I like the way you wear your bonds It is
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
Desolation Row 'Cause right now I can't read too good Don't send me no letters, no Not unless you gotta mail them From Desolation Row
limbonic lives have crept Chorus: The seeds of the desolate Sown in the blood of ourselves The seeds of the desolate Have we forever failed? We stepped