I am not immortal / I am just a man / A power-craving tyrant / Beyond the shadows in the sand
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Subconscious strange sensation / Unconscious relaxation / What a pleasant nightmare / And I can’t wait to get there again
He’s just the kind of manYou hear aboutWho leaves his family forAn easy outThey never saw the signsHe never said a wordHe couldn’t take another dayCarry me to the shorelineBury me in the sandWalk me across the waterAnd maybe you’ll understandOnce the stoneYou’re crawling underIs lifted off your shouldersOnce the cloud that’s rainingOver your head disappearsThe noise that you’ll hearIs the crashing down of hollow yearsShe’s not the kind of girlYou hear aboutShe’ll never want anotherShe’ll never be withoutShe’ll give you all the signsShe’ll tell you everythingThen turn around and walk awayCarry me to the shorelineBury me in the sand(Into the waves)Walk me across the waterAnd maybe you’ll understandOnce the stoneYou’re crawling under(Once the stone)Is lifted off your shouldersOnce the cloud that’s rainingOver your head disappearsThe noise that you’ll hearIs the crashing down of hollow yearsCarry me to the shorelineBury me in the sand(Into the waves)Walk me across the waterAnd maybe you’ll understandOnce the stoneYou’re crawling underIs lifted off your shouldersOnce the cloud that’s rainingOver your head disappearsThe noise that you’ll hearIs the crashing down of hollow yearsOnce the stoneYou’re crawling underOnce the stoneYou’re crawling under(The sound you’ll hear,)Once the stone(the crashing)You’re crawling under(down of hollow years)Once the stoneYou’re crawling underOnce the stoneYou’re crawling underOnce the stoneYou’re crawling under(The sound you’ll hear, the crashing down of hollow years)
A question well served,’Is silence like a fever?”A voice never heard?”Or a message with no receiver?’Pray they won’t askBehind the stained glassThere’s always one more maskHas man been a victimof his woman, of his father?if he elects not to bother,will he suffocate their faith?Desperate to fallBehind the Great WallThat separates us allWhen there is reasonTonight I’m Awakewhen there’s no answerArrive the Silent ManIf there is balancetonight He’s AwakeIf they have to sufferThere lies the Silent ManSin without deceiversA God with no believersI could sail byon the Winds of SilenceAnd maybe they won’t noticeBut this time I thinkIt’d be better if I swimWhen there is reasonTonight I’m AwakeWhen there’s no answerArrive the Silent ManIf there is balanceTonight he’s AwakeBut if they have to sufferThere lies the Silent Man
Consider this question / Look deep inside / Deliver a true confession / What are you willing to live for?
‘Love, just don’t stare’ / He used to say to me / every Sunday morning / The spider in the window
Headline: Murder, young girl killed / Desperate shooting at Echo’s Hill / Dreadful ending, killer died / Evidently suicide
IV. Reflections of reality / Hello, mirror, so glad to see you my friend, it’s been a while / Searching, fearless, where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial? / Face yourself, man!
Heart sick at the sight of theStatus SeekerIn a sense I’m not beyond reproachthe aspiration to drop a nameWhen any rose might smell the sameMaybe you’ll figure it out someday’I want to know you now…You know I’ve always believed in you.’Nothing is sacred…You draw the bottom linewith a dollar signChange of opinion…At the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion…Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to seeIn a garden where the seeds were spilledI favored the few that stood strong in the sunAs I reached for the profit of my prizeI found I had trampled the forgotten ones.Nothing is sacred…You draw the bottom linewith a dollar signChange of opinion…At the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion…Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to seeYou’re running in circlesAnd I’m turning awayYou refused to believeNow I’m turning awayNothing is sacred…You draw the bottom linewith a dollar signChange of opinion…At the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusion…Are you sanctified in your judgment of me?All that I deserve is what you were unable to seeYou’re running in circlesAnd I’m turning awayYou refused to believeNow I’m turning away
Six o’clock on a Christmas morning / Six o’clock on a Christmas morning / Six o’clock on a Christmas morning / Six o’clock on a Christmas morning