I've been waiting for the wind to change, I've been craving the summer rain, I wonder when she's gonna flood the plains. Will I die before I get old?
I'm walking down the road cause Eddy told me. I don't feel good, come on help me. Mama says, I'm so affected. Daddy says Eddy is too weird. Eddy is just
Turn me to the canyon's anchor Flip me from an old headbanger Into seas of fishes and my friends On the wall of New York City I can see the spring committee
Internal combustion Multiple personalities Terror inside of me A mask of silent agony Curse the falling rain The vortex of pain As medieval as Merlin
I want you to descend. I want you to fall down. I want to be the end - Of everything you've ever done. The cities that I built, The forests that
The old man before you Is not reality What I saw and tell you so None deemed it to be true A cry of dismay Turned my hair into gray And the odour of
Can you tell me why Things are not quite right Look out This is not fiction Somehow I'm changing Watch out I'm all alone Out of control Revolving motion
All that I see can conceive Your wanton indifference derides Decisions weren't hard to deceive How we fooled ourselves When it died Searching for a
(Bowie/Pop) I've seen the city I took the next flight For Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in
Daylight crawls inside A wasted state this empty slate Looking back before the memories Vortex of promise paled and chances failed This misanthrope's
[Malone] Pulled away from life and Thrust into A world without a God No longer sheltered by The confines of the mainstream world Confidence wanes and
Take me!!! Blank eyes in sight Empty body for a soul full of sorrow Confusion is growing in me Spining within my blood "Razors are hammering" The vortex
Impossible to save the balance with this bigot. Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be. My dive will end this circus parade.
Exhorted by psalms and canticles These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear confuse to seek a
the pain is neverending all the dreams have been deflowered the once lethal weapons are corroding quickly perfectly circular little men are dancing
[Epoch II - Omens about the great Infernos] Disturbance plights the fantastic boreal Arc... Displacement of three perfect Moons... Edging the fragments
[Bonus track] [Instrumental]
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