No sighs or mysteries, she lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies, but I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes




1.
When world around us keeps on shouting
But the will to hear its cry is lost
With our inner storm we reap the silence
'Cause the scream inside would get you crushed




2.
They'll tell you black is really white;
the moon is just the sun at night.
And when you walk in golden halls,
you get to keep the gold that falls.
It's Heaven and Hell.




3.
You've got desire
So let it out
You've got the power
Stand up and shout, shout
Stand up and shout
Let it out




4.
Don't talk to strangers
'Cause they're only there to do you harm
Don't write in starlight
'Cause the words may come out real
Don't hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don't go to heaven
'Cause it's really only hell




5.
Shame on the night
For places I've been
And what I've seen
For giving me the strangest dreams
But you never let me know just what they mean
Oh so shame on the night




6.
You're riding the endless caravan
Bonded and sold as a slave
A sabre dance removing all the veils
Getting as good as you gave




7.
Gotta send me a plastic Jesus
There's a check in the mail today
That's what I need
Somebody to love



8.
We sailed across the air before we learned to fly
We thought that it could never end
We'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run
Now it seems our world has come undone



9.
Well he's the prince of the world his work is never complete
And though he promises all you'll lie a slave at his feet
Don't you know the world is his dominion?
Can't you see that you're bound in his chains?
The time is short so take your strength in what remains


10.
Tell her hope is gone but you carry on
We can set the soul free
All is lost so what's it costs
To listen anyway
The world upstairs where no one cares Is just about to crumble
See it through we'll burn for you
Evilution company



11.
Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infacticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in Hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned upon this altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came













































































































































Твои речи - тебе в плечи, твой заговор - тебе во двор, что мне поклала, послала, пожелала себе забрала сама сожрала,
Тебе - Твое, Мне - Моё.
Истина.