Awaken from this slumber Awaken from this dream Remove this blindfold Of perfect words That have done nothing But deceive I hope for voices To scream
: Pray for blood, Pray for the cleansing, Pray for the flood, Pray for the end of this wide awake nightmare. This lie of a life came as quickly as it
: Tell me it's over rusbel awaits i've been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will
is the fire You built your dream on ? There's something strange, There's something wrong I see a change- It's like when hope dies. I who have
Tell me it's over rusbel awaits i've been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will she
the night and turn their backs on the Milky Way forever, as our eyes shower sweetness upon each other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking
'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take you Never turning on me, even though they all try to make you As long as you by my side,
it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope
shouldn't feel cause all these things about you just as well could disappear. but here we are again, here we are alone and within this death there lays a hope
And the few and unfortunate to walk this land Stumble blind through the watchful elms As their heartbeats rise and their courage dies The hope to see
inside I hope that my life is just a dream... The moon is my blanket In this cold domain So ancient - so cold... As a nightmare creature I crawl Awakened
can only explain is insane The world's gonna celebrate when I hang And I just hope that it's on T.V. like Saddam Hussein And I just hope that you could
tomorrow Blind illusions as all hope fades and dies Sleeping forest under shimmering moonlight Enchantment reigns in your mystical haze Ghosts of life awake unto twilight As
! For he has chosen not to drain the godsent child, a gift from the skies of life divine. Now we know. A glimpse of hope grow inside, a change of tide
than the doctor had feared And then the doctor said, ?I hoped by now he?d be awake; At least I thought he?d be awake. My mistake!? Then I prodded him
before - Where is the fire You built your dream on? There's something strange, There's something wrong. I see a change - It's like when hope dies. I
