fallen children... Can't save me like the others tried Don't fail me as the others die We alone, the fallen children... Can't save me, like the others
deny, Never again believe me... Faded questioning remorse Eases suffering and loss Never again believe me... We alone, the fallen children...
, Never again believe me... Faded questioning remorse Eases suffering and loss Never again believe me... We alone, the fallen children... Contemplating
, "Blood stain, wash away" He said, "Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way" I heard it He said, "Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way" Oh, please
Dark Core of your being, Dark am I... BLACK LIGHT ON BLACK... Immaculate Misconception... Fall from Grace... Beating... Your Pride withers your Wings... You will Fall far... Lost
J. Rambo 6 sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramid say we all a lost children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal em They're style ?, and then in doctorate the children
Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares at Waterloo With bayonets of thorns repelling small children In search of lost tennis balls Imaginary
Blood stain wash away He said, "Lost my way This bloody day, lost my way" I heard him, he said, "Lost my way This bloody day, lost my way" All things
, cross clearest skies Power and beauty of wild, pounding life Eternally free, towards paradise flee Escaping from mortal men's eyes And when the light of eternity falls
in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear Christ, you too are broken and lost
Growing sleepy as the rain falls As children draped in flowers form a chain They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls As night falls into dust and
Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years But then where do they go when
'm consumed by fate (Waiting for) Tired of your parade (Waiting for) No sign of vengeance (Waiting) Burn for the rest of time Hear the haunting words, lost children
sink if I drowned. And then out of the nursery I heard the children screaming, "Why do they always make me ?" Are you lost in love? Just like me Looking
of nature is that it stands in the way Visions of profit dance in every landlords head 13 in two rooms, four in every bed [Chorus:] Man-made paradise Falls
, there were cannons in these walls But now it's just a park where we can come and bring the children On a clear sunny morning in the fall The reason
