Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues

It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
"Good and evil"
Me and you

Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again

Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again

I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapor from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared
And troubles me no more

Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away

You can never corrupt me again..

The Sacrilegious Scorn van Dimmu Borgir.

Life brings nothing for the same
Keep searching new days on the horizon
While time just seems to slip away
I’m leaving no trace along the way

Seems like I’m falling deeper, deeper inside myself
Feels like I’m growing weaker, much weaker each day
Along the path to decay

The lights are fading day by day
No cure for the lost, there’s no ascending
When life could not become more pale
A new dawn is here, another day

Seems like I’m falling deeper, deeper inside myself
Feels like I’m growing weaker, much weaker each day
Along the path to decay

Darkness within us all
With people that stand to fall
The daylight is long since gone
But a new dawn has yet to come

Seems like I’m falling deeper, deeper inside myself
Feels like I’m growing weaker, much weaker each day
Along the path to decay

Path to decay van Sirenia.

My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
The Horns have stretched my living thread
The notion of my demise won't leave me be
Why cannot death just set me free!

I've lived a life or prosperity
But I'm not as young as I used to be
Down the road waits misery
Why cannot death just set me free!

Countless armies have I attacked
Not once have I backed down
And though I've spilled a lot of blood
I never once received a mortal wound

I've raided shores in many lands
I cannot count the men I've killed
So many friends died with sword in hand
But the warrior's death was never granted me

I dress myself in battle clothes
Alone I make the final ride
My sight is blurred, by whipping snow
I seek to end my life

I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge
And see my fathers in the golden hall
They beckon me to join their feast
In my dreams I hear their call

Accross the rainbow bridge van Amon Amarth.

So, lowly criminal, please tell me, how do you plead?
Now, honorable judges, ladies, gentlemen of the jury, please allow me to present my case...
Ha!
What case can you possibly present to rip a man from his family, faith and friends?
Defense?
Listen before you convict, you see, I never did intend to ruin anything!
Intent is a guilty conscience's white flag against pride, so I find you guilty of the crimes.
I know, although, I don't believe, it's not only my afterlife I bereave.
Appeals will be denied!
The line of duty calls for an enforcement of laws, so you're our property now.
Intelligence has failed you somehow.
Oh, what a shame you play this game!
Through senses, what can we explain?
Not joy, not guilt, not pain.
Is love the same?
This senseless argument in vain erodes my sense of shame.
Who's to blame?
Thank you, Pain (for crippling my body)!
God bless suffering!
Thank you, Pain (for freeing my brain)!
For preventing me from returning to the source again.
So shall it be!
Now do you see the error of your ways?
Of rats and men you speak, standing up tall but you are weak.
A smiling thief.
We are all murderers, you see, but you let taboo human chemistry blind your needs.
Love is greed!
Logic won't concede.
Think about the statistics you feed.
Think before you plead.
Through senses, what can we explain?
Not joy, not guilt, not pain.
Is love the same?
This senseless argument in vain erodes my sense of shame.
Who's to blame?

Thank you pain van The Agonist.

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little, makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the, shakeup
(Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little, makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the, shakeup
(Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?

In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me, oh

Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

Chop Suey van System of a Down.