burn burn burn all your photos up run run run 'cause I've had enough I hate the way you've always known I'm weak Welcome to the circus Main attractions
if bury us, at least we can live as we believe Dog aint ever gonna break our pride Aint nothing you can do to keep us weak And all of my soldiers come
gonna drown in my lost pain fear is only in our minds taking over all the time fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time you poor sweet innocent
gone The weak shall be strong Hold on to your faith There will come a day There will come a day Wars are raging Lives are scattered Innocence is lost
the darkened day Along tempest torn strands Desperately grasping the grains of hope that flit through our hands As they fall we tighten our hold While
bury us At least we can live as we believe Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak And all of my soldiers come
s like pipe dreams Makin' a mark with the start of the movement Tracks in fact weak wack can't do this Tooth decay 'cause the fake been snoozin' Lead the lost
gone The weak shall be strong Hold on to your faith There will come a day There will come a day Wars are raging lives are scattered Innocence is lost
gonna drown in my lost pain Fear is only in our minds Taking over all the time Fear is only in our minds But it's taking over all the time You poor sweet innocent
shit is supposed to be!! [Big Stan] Now I done seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak
- how they treat internal bleeding when they're dying to be the future glow All attacks come two by two We've been gliding, so far just spinning our
out praise Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface We hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs. At all costs we are prevented from
skin as it turns to leather The mind of the youth is forced to weather An assault on his senses by his parents and peers That preys on innocence, weakness
prophets in God's name Profit from intimidating poor, lost souls into the flock Selling a grand facade, pompous posturing in vain Reinforce spiritual weakness
what she has done to man. corridors We fought our way into her dwelling-place, we searched the of this infernal maze, to seek our enemy the one to slay
a masquerade When everything's alright You know it's time for the writing wars If it's just a masquerade When I feel the way of my lost innocence Looking
Manipulation. They Feed on Human Suffering. They crave the Despairing of Man. They Prey upon Those who are weak, The Young whose minds are Innocent,
