This will be no silent night The spirit of the new dark age Revealed by artificial light There's no return, it's gone too far There's no salvation anymore
lawn scattered tins feed birds the portion baked for absent guests Mass edition icon god sent comfort is your salvation but who grants absolution
salvation but who grants absolution for sins that never were committed tension makes a tangle of each thought becomes an inconvenience sound as
head as you drink And there's no time to think. Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow Will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation
only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth and my sense of connection is lost like the sound of my steps is lost like the sound of my
it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe. They really think we're getting out of control. [Chorus:] Radio is a sound salvation Radio
: (Costello/Nieve) Above the tears Before the scream Invisible and secret scar The true salvation is the human voice Beloved voices of the past The
nigh twelve feet long And upon his hip was a double edged sword And his mouth was a gospel horn Yet bold and brave he stood Salvation in his hand Go
Ridin' the pain like a fool in the dark We shall blur the lines of definition Waves of love our only ammunition Tear my head out from the sound Throw
Too drunk To fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck I like your stories I like your gun Shooting out cop tires Sounds like loads and loads
Nigh Twelve Feet Long and Upon His Hip Was A Double Edged Sword and His Mouth Was A Gospel Horn yet Bold And Brave He Stood salvation In His Hand go
sound the same, like onomatopoeia God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! Exasperated, systemic miscalculation Four thousand twisted roads to salvation
and Thunder to pound. This war has taken many lives and many still will fall, We're ready to fight tyranny we have heard the call. Salvation - Will they
up A lonely man Roams an empty city Omnipresent death is all around Riding on deserted streets In bitter solitude Silence all around Without a human sound
home. The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe. The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation
rust You only have instinct to count on Passion is fashioned to crash and burn Just when you found some It's like the sound of falling rain Nothing to
re left all alone In the dark You will remain Sights unseen Will take you away Farther and farther Crying out, out of control Losing your mind selling your soul for salvation
in black started going out at midnight like a comic book character There?s a child behind the window you can see that he?s looking for salvation There