Vale Of Tears

My fragment is fouled by your passion Which is misshapen and impure SInce you feel secure by the treason That you caused within my soul How can it come true, The world is real act If all elements of the existance coming from it are firm, arising from

The bleak deserted mind of crowd, Suffering in the drowning slough, With dim and shallow never-owned words, Declares the reign of conscious ignorance. Those who worship the slime of ether, Deceived by the superior power, Claiming, as pure facts, the

Vale of Tears - To/Die/For Old souls are rambling Through your room 'Cause night-time belongs to them Time of shadows and whispers Your room is so dark And you are Too scared to fall asleep But I'm always there for you So warm is my heart for you my

Like storm. days are revolving on their path This world is dying every time I'm poor, my hand isn't lying Jealousy is what i feel When i see the others Waiting eyes I can do anything But there is still no justice for me I can do anything This time do

Feel the hand of time, look at the truth Don't give in until you see the miracle Variation of your own sense can't be stopped The one you once have been doesn't exist any more Don't turn your eyes away, don't care for the sight Don't hide the real fa

Starry eyes Willow trees, streetlights and butterflies In the childhood years Open fields, bumble bees and dandelions Materials June bugs and bottles glow emerald In the childhood years Spiderwebs, thunderclouds and animals We'll teach you how to clo

.. time's running out- .. could you rush a little- .. you are running out of time- .. hurry up with your work- .. the deadline is close- .. get your job done- .. there's no time to lose- .. have you finished yet? The clock is ticking Time presses. yo

The sound binds me to reality least at all Rather mechanically than by ideas- It penetrates deep down in the soul Like vibrant harmony's enclosed rattle You're enslaved by your own reality There's nothing to do against it, You cannot loose your whole

It doesn't proclaim war Against the sin anymore It let's the right of the reality Against the suffering And leaves behind The delusions performed by ideas Posing the problem is realistic Its through over all good and bad By giving the testiness of se

What kind of mystery will i reveal? What kind of dogma will i enforce? The beginning of insanity i feel The realm of strange sins alter my course What kind of vanishing illusions? What kind of elevated, holy belief? A huge room of restless reflection

... and the devil is in our house He's reaching out with invisible hands To catch the deepest thoughts That we hide deep inside The system works so well A high-tech world built On the ancient rocks To serve this creeping warfare Between two brain-was