Of thoughts to my being and I wonder I contemplate my inner self My senses only assailant In this reality So I rise above my creation Into my mind beyond
Of thoughts to my being I wonder I contemplate my inner self My senses' only assailant In this reality So I rise above my creation Into my mind beyond
: [Heaven Shall Burn] Here we march through the snow, here we lie in the mud. The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic. My thoughts
a sting in it I'll have met my Waterloo My Mummy and Daddy said You're liable to wind up dead Oo, they've been shooting me a line Maybe it doesn't exist
the winds of these plaged streets Dead the once feeling part of me O lord divine please break this silence Destroy your race of faceless liars At the edge of existence
battlefield, born reared on the teat of my dear mother war. Hardened to stone through abuse, mocked, beaten, and scorned a bayonet severed umbilical cord. The wind
cold the woods envelope my soul perception multiplies my senses heighten to extremes my heart beat ever increasing the only sound aside from the wailing of the wind
passed by My love for her is taking such a long time to die I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's almost like, almost like I don't exist I'm twenty
the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Voyager 2 where are you now Looking back at home and weeping Cold and alone in the dark void Winding down and bleeping Ever dimmer ever thinner Feebly cheeping in the solar winds
But the good Lord blessed us Gave me true family I can depend on 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on Now I can get off when the wind blow But I'd like
And I hear your name No, nothing has changed There was this book I read and loved The story of a ship Who sailed around the world and found That nothing else exists
things Meticulously in my head Maybe I’d hire a hit man so you’ll wind up dead. Cos I don’t understand what your fucking problem is it’s like your in your own world and only you exist
tempo paraissent Battre au rythme paresseux du temps L'abandon, tout s'apprend The autumn Sun, indulgent The naked skins offer themselves to warm winds
tell by the wind and by time, by everything that flees A torment of my liking: exploring extremes All thoughts secluded as fear stalks its blooded soil In the winding
limpid yet so used Veil of deceiving hostility Close now is the threshold of insanity Neverending force of hatred, fear, them darkened spheres Deprecated existence
at times... Paid an exact price for all my crimes Bathed in blood but came out... Clean as a holy shrine Lend myself to the night Thrown myself to the wind
