Time for reward
It's been so hard
Just living here
Transcend the self
Remove the sight
Ending the fear
Escape the fault
Widen the gap
Kill off the facts

That are gonna hurt my mind
That are gonna stain my soul
Another worldly device
That may ruin me
That are gonna ruin my goals
That are gonna take its toll
Another worldly device
Another worldly release

Take back myself
From this here self
The Ones that you do
Must hold some truth
To what you should
I will perceive
The will persists
I must omit

What's gonna hurt my mind
What's gonna stain my soul
Another worldly device
That may ruin me
Not gonna block my goals
Not gonna take its toll
Another worldly device
Another worldly device
More wrong advice
Another broken promise
Il tuo voto:
Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed
Every moment a new seed is grown. To no reason the trouble unfolds.
For the trials of today, I'm no jury. Really don't care how you feel.
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...jeers...jeers

You want the good life, you break your back.
You snap your fingers, you snap your neck.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn.
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed.
A message to the forces. Iv'e no pity, don't know how thankful to feel.
Expectations of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal.

You want the good life, you break your back.
You snap your fingers, You snap your neck.

Snap your fingers, snap your neck.
Il tuo voto:
you try to take all the challenge
out of all of our lives
you make it all too predictable
with your white wash lives you see,
you got to show me the torment
and all the despair
all those bloodless bullet holes
are more than
we can bear

clean sweep
clean sweep
clean sweep

with the plastic coverings
and the cut-rate display
no renewal of the pleasurable
with no image of decay
you go for the stability
and what do you get
some real vivid misfortune
a cause now an effect

clean sweep
clean sweep
clean sweep
Il tuo voto:
tell you something clearly
tell you something real
but you tell me nothing
you never do nothing real
your kind it keeps on cutting
division you create now its all exploding soon
nothing left to break no hope in complaining
all this lay in ruin its a time for mending
gathering of the wounds
Il tuo voto:
just sit down and talk to death
it's known to teach you time again a something
not of this earth that something not of this earth.
12 o'clock time for bed say no to waking up again
feeling not of this earth that's not of this
earth brings all comfort to no reason never
know where you go what if the intangible
that something to earth not of earth
that something all comfort no reason some reason
Il tuo voto:
I comprehend these laws with no particulars
the trappings of it all can never give in turn
a concept of counsel of the inner wealth
perception of the dark all in you stealth
a sublime substance controlled abstinence sublime
success unworldly happiness a pointed
eloquence in its sublimity precision eminence of all solemnity
for the inner wealth perception of the dark all in your stealth a
necessary call, a law a perspective change, a law
Il tuo voto:
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