day, everyone lies even if they don't realize. So, go ahead and decide. Focus your eyes on mine, tell me everything I'd die to hear after all this time
your advances Obsessed with visions of the world, of night in distant places What lies outside of constancy? Outside of these fences? Passing the blurry lights
rushes back through me. Sing it. Don't you understand this power in your hands? You have made me understand everything that I am. Don't you understand this
walk away. It's true Time will never stop for me. And he might not even be there when I need him at the end, but I will stand by this man until he gives
Tonight was just another night of monotonous fear Broken only by feeble thoughts of empty reassurance It came like a bittersweet blow to your dull reality
't passed. It's not the fear that makes me tremble, but the sweat on my face you keep trying to wipe away. I've never been this cold. And death leaves
A transparent heart can't hide its blackest wish. Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer. Your scheme to conceal the desire may
Even when I was younger, I could feel your slimy sculptor's hands shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies. Forever crafted to a silent
Here comes the train, pained and wailing Eye focused on you warily, but still unblinking Is this the one I'm supposed to bring? For this next journey,
As a child, monsters always haunted your panicked dreams. This time you're the vampire, and though it's cruel reality, you're still trapped in a suffocating
To my nemesis, my confidant: Do not expect me to make more requests. I have done penance for my sins. You're in debt to me one thousand promises. Just
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now I'm finally able to say you all share this common trait: Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone. You'll see; they'll tell this story
under the surface This way they can't hear me screaming This way they can't feel me biting This way they can't feel me scratching This way they can't
looking, and when you finally trusted me enough to reveal them I slowly ripped them off. What have I done? Who now will carry me to heaven when this
[At the Gates cover] To rid the earth of the filth To rid the earth of the lies To will the rise above Tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold
This frustration is mounting, and my greed is so overbearing. It seems as if I'm never satisfied with the precious things I possess. Could it be that
the things you love when they are dead you've cut too deep let the dead lie asleep refuse to grasp the hand that breaks the ground from this shallow