in the dark that nobody hears, Here where I stand at the turning of the years? If there's another way to go I missed it twenty long years ago My life was
stare into the void Of a world that cannot hold I'll escape now from the world From the world of Jean Valjean. There is nowhere I can turn There is no
Those drugs that you choose Leave you left with the blues Trust me I've been there To me it's old news Pending disaster You?re heading there faster
a desert Still in the end there was nothing left to call my own This freedom from pain with which I toyed Became a gateway to a void The only values
to be his shield If the meaning of life, to honor and live for God Proves to be a lie, what's there to live for? I deny that there ever was a god Or
be denied. Asking for redemption - we laugh and look away, There shall be no exception - Revenger on man begins today. You thought that is was all over
begin to nurture respect at some point we must accept responsibility I did not forget you in your pain I still love you I was there when you cried for
In the beginning was a world Man said, "Let there be more light" Electric scenes and laser beams Neon brights the light abhorring nights On the second
Carla was on her break from the Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory She sat at a teetering picnic table There was a toxic orange moon and it was
He will bring the light Before creation there was chaos And then the maker rose from the sea He created more new deities And that's how life was set
Is whom hatred made me The ravages of time Battles on in my mind There are still Wounds that bleed Deep in the soul of mine I behold the beginnings of
build My dream Let there be, let there be Morning Let there be Evening, day Let there be Let there be STORYTELLERS Let there be FATHER Waters, weathers
time There was you, Bobby Vinton and me In a hotel ballroom full of marble and mahogany Somebody shouted, "Let the joy begin" Everyone and everything was rocking there
spinning around my head in the ceiling there is a hole a black nothing wants me to come I believe that all our fantasies becomes real in the void and
she lures the gallilean mind a new beginning for mankind and on her face for ages past we gazed through eyes of polished glass a voyager once landed there
it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that
see us fade away Oh for so long, I was the wielder of illusions But there's no hiding what we are We are the plague of all, For humanity there is no
[The Black hole] [In the beginning there was a void, a big gap of darkness, filled with the primal forces of creation. The heat of Muspel and the ice