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4c71v473
05:04
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You make a sinner out of me
You sacrifice me on the cross
I submit to you, sweet master of sin
I consume all your lies
It's Jesus Time
The Time Of Evil
The Time Of Jesus
Destroyer of Souls
You make a disbeliefer out of me
You sanctify me on the cross
I devote my life to you, dear master of sin
I consume all your lies
It's Jesus Time
The Time Of Evil
The Time Of Jesus
Destroyer of Souls
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Edge Of Time
04:18
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Never on the plains of heaven
Always on the fields of earth
The rain falls outside
Slowly dripping in my face
I can hear the calling
From the other side
But it's very cold
I'm longing for some rest
I am nearly there now
Back where I belong
Making me so satisfied
Never ever will I leave
I can feel you coming
Only for my soul
Coming close near me
On The Edge of Time
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Unbearable
04:26
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One Prophet that cry
Two Eyes on the cross
Three steps from the pain
And Four seconds to waste
Five Moments in time
Six lies of compassion
Seven sins for a life
Eight ways to suffer
Unbearable unbearable
Forever Suffering
Grains Of Love
Unbearable, unbearable
Emptiness of faith
Nine muses of fate
Ten commandments to fail
Eleven witness of deceit
Twelve Disciples believing the worst
Thirteen and all is lost
Fourteen gives twice the sin
Fifteen minutes to rest
Sixteen rites of death
Unbearable unbearable
Forever Suffering
Grains Of Love
Unbearable, unbearable
Emptiness of faith
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The Higher I Fly
03:15
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When I wake up,
I wake up screaming
My eyes are shaded
by a picture
Your arms where cut up
cut wide open
never forgetting,
going on
The Higher I fly,
more things I see
the louder I cry
Cry, cry, cry
Moving fingers
scratching here
take me down
hold on, catch my fall
The more my eyes bleed
the things I see
slowly and surely
I, will, die
The Higher I fly,
more things I see
the louder I cry
Cry, cry, cry
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Where the Seagulls Fly
04:02
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She touched the strings
03:16
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I was out,
In the fields one day
walking round,
In no particular way.
I was out,
under the clouds one day.
Looking round,
In no particular way
Then she touched the strings,
and everything went black
Then she touched the strings,
and I ain't coming back.
I was out,
See i was out one day.
Stumblin' round,
To see what you have done
Then she touched the strings,
and everything went black
Then she touched the strings,
and I ain't coming back.
I was out
In the fields one day
walking round
And I aint coming back.
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My nightmares are blue and my pain has no name.
Living in a dream that is not mine.
Explaining my place in this world.
The pale gray sky, where I can see no future at all.
No trace of tomorrow, no evidence, no signs.
Getting tired, Watching the sky.
Over our heads. The color of sorrow. An open wound.
Woke up one morning. The end is behind me.
Love belongs to the living.
We are not of that kind.
Enchantment and terrible vain.
Guilt of pretending to love.
Love belongs to the living.
Who would judge me? At the end of days.
At the end of time.
I'm a mistake.
One false step.
One mistake.
But I am here.
I have no place in this life,
I have no rights in the next.
I will have existed.
There will always be pieces left.
The dead go on living.
The shame of existing will never pass.
Seeking revenge.
For being alive. cause
Love belongs to the living.
We are not of that kind.
Enchantment and terrible vain.
Guilt of pretending to love.
Love belongs to the living.
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10. |
Kissing the Sky
04:25
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