please turn away
my weakness won't trust me right now
this happiness is a light
the moth in me drawn simply to you
even out of sight
oh how could i crush you
when you are crushing me
yes i left the door unlocked
the she in me torn terribly
by what could be
the needs of the many
outweigh those of the few
it's been this way since
the beginning of time
yes i wish it were mine
but don't you feel alive?
don't you feel alive? (he said)
don't you feel alive? (he said)
don't you feel alive? (he said)
don't you feel alive?
oh god how you hurt me
left those marks on my flesh
I wish my eyes coul
at night when the darkness falls
you try to sleep but the truth does crawl
you think of life now the enemy
you tried to live in a loveless dream
we all need to escape
we all need to change
that blinding light doesn't have to burn
pick up your head girl
time to take your turn
you gave me pockets of hope
when the shit was deep you told me to float
now this is real and i'm lost to you
what has past, if you only knew
we all need to escape
we all need to change
that blinding light doesn't have to burn
pick up your head girl
time to take your turn
i saw it coming down like a rain of fire
you walking towards that funeral pyre
now
there's a letter
that's never been written
and there's a heart
that's grown cold
there's a song on the wind
floating away
there's a lover
who don't know
where his other
half will go
and there's a man who wants to die
staring at you
i know we're not forsaken
and i know we'll find a way
but this path that we've taken
is leading us astray
and you know it's true
there's a heartache
taking so many hearts
i want to free them
from the dark
won't someone come along
and show me how
there's an ending
to all good things
but we can keep them
in our dreams
just believe in what you want
and it will be
because i know we're not
All these open eyes seeing nothing
Nations fall, ours too is crumbling
With a heavy heart I want to
scream in their faces
to cry
to plea...
To appear insane if need be.
So many minds and so few thoughts
Ignorance is only a temporary bliss,
if a bliss it could be named.
When the consequence of unconsciousness
comes crashing down
A majority will be maimed.
And you, You!- where will you be?
Facing the sharp edge you failed to see?
Or watching the cleansing alongside of me?
I have been burned by the
brand of love
And there is no place to cry,
No comforting alcove to
shed this hopeless sorrow
that once was
hopeful joy.
Ah! How we weep!
And what do we find?
That weeping brings us naught,
no key to this design
That exists in the minds of many,
But is understood by so few.
'Tis the desire my treat
Which maketh the apple so sweet.
For to make such haste
would nullify the taste
But to linger, oh! to wait,
Maketh the experience truly great!