[K. Vanderhoof]

Is it just the Things you see that make it all worth while
Put your God into a box and keep him by your side
Hopeless is the refugee escaping from the truth
The mothership has passed you by now
there's nothing you can do

My time is finished here
Now choose what you must do
My eyes have shed the tears
And paid the price for you
Many here have seen the light
The devil sits and wonders
The man who keeps his heart a stone
Is the man who sleeps with thunder

Monuments and shrines are built to spirits that deceive
Soft associations with the angels you believe
Soon to find your friendly guides have lead you far astray
Now you walk in blackest night you never learned to pray

In your mind you pacify
Tricks and tales and lullabyes
Now you bid your soul goodbye

When you climb that mountain while the rain is coming round
The peak is only visible on your way back down
Everyone will tell you what it is you should believe
But hearing what you want to hear will give you no relief
Il tuo voto:
[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof]

When everythings coming up roses
The thorns will still leave scars on my hands
Just pour me a scotch and a soda
I'll get drunk and I'll act like a man

I gotta get some of that magic

I hear the voices calling
A song I dare not trust
And all my sleepless dreaming
It all turns into dust

I stopped all the screaming and crying
And yet I still don't understand
When all that you live for is dying
An hourglass empty of sand

I gotta be someone less tragic

I hear the wind is calling
A song I dare not trust
And all my sleepless dreaming
It all turns into dust

In lifeless shadows dreaming
My life is left un-feeling
And yet beyong this door
There must be more

My freedoms become too expensive
The price is much more than you see
But freedom creates an illusion
The freedom to save me from me

I gotta get some of that magic

I hear the voices calling
Il tuo voto:
[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof]

Times like these to people please
Fables spread like some disease
New age gods like old facades
Write a book
You'll like the odds
Inventing gods
Old facades

Take apart human heart you will start
Through the doorway of all your sorrows
Beginning to pull you away

In the night the sometimes light
The seasons which run out of time
When I press this game of chess
I always end with something less
You've made a mess
Of your Sunday best

In search of the answers, what never should be
Laughter erupts from primordial sea
Standing there naked with bended knee
All of your works face eternity

So though I play the same each day
When faced with pain I often pray
Take my hand you'll understand
The place we go is no-mans land
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[Aerosmith Cover]
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