they said: Turmoil... ...she creeps into your veins Another world ...overtaking all the sane Eyes of oil Can't resist her selfish gaze Endless toil Cerebrally rearranged Turmoil
they wrap me up for comfort when behind my back they stab little old man creeping up again I'd like to smack him up side his head (Romans 6:6) I don'
mankind Our sweet need to kill in your good name Kiss the cross and hope to see What those above have chose to seize A world of turmoil, blocked in
said: Turmoil... ...she creeps into your veins Another world ...overtaking all the sane Eyes of oil Can't resist her selfish gaze Endless toil Cerebrally rearranged Turmoil
[talking:] Dear Lord, I thank you for this day I thank you, for everything in it Heavenly Father Dear Lord, I thank you for your grace and your mercy
[Music & lyrics: Anders] Our world is in turmoil, but you won't give a fuck Tell me what can you do? Tell me what will you do? Wipe that grin off your
what did you expect some kind of character assassin someone to justify fears that you cultivate and cast you as a victim tell me what is it like to live
i've heard this before when it meant more the first time around you made your mark and tore it down abandoned this for aspirations of fame so why rekindle
what the fuck are you what the fuck are you looking at what the fuck have you become through the course of a conversation ignorance rears it's head and
slowly draining the remnants of this husk slowly fading traces of this scar still draining the remnants of this husk a withering heart blackened by your
i find myself alone despise the flesh i own this mirror cuts deep here i go again staring at myself why cant i accept the image i reflect i iv'e become
save me from my self save me from giving in give me the distance i need give me some distance so i can breath wrapped in a cloth of deceit i made this
feeding the misconception buying the lie enamored by what you can't acquire label disease mark of the beast fixated on false idols designed to deceive
this voice unheard if these thoughts don't manifest what was learned in all the time we've spent throwing stones at a wall jaded by what we once embraced
life sacrificed an empty shell you molded into blind blind with blind devotion you closed your eyes to propaganda consume the lies what is this pride
everyday i become more afraid of the form i take this person unfamiliar to me each waking moment fixated on past encounters as i sift through the ashes
fear of falling down once again I fall their best of intentions killed my desire their expectations exceeded mine I tried to appease them though I failed
conflict driven prince of rebellion wave your flag proclaim revolution do you even know what you say you condone rehearse your lines and you play the
