On The Wings Of The Black Rain [music: Cozzi, lyrics: Blachier] it rains in my soul someday it rains on my soul it rains I feel the shadows overwhelming
on a shame God, open your eyes. [CHORUS:] Run warrior, run and fight the shadow of your mind, Once again the wings of glory are bleeding. On the wings
you give me no other woman could warm me inside I need you much more than I realized. On the wings of a silverbird I'm flying home to you on the wings
Before I'm fining out on my own Begging to fall asleep It's innocent, I need you Begging to fall asleep, lying here wasting winks Wait on promises of
it's quiet when we're mutes. the acts of an optimist, but some of us may never see the world. i hope the next time you slit yours wrists it's not for
Drill in your face, wasted life What that means to me Sectioning your thoughts Could you show me sometime With all my words You could not paralyze This
the offensive of attempting to create illusions with goals of appearing larger to an enemy. but can you dance like indrid cold? my arm hair stands on
dreams of knowledge for something new, while all noises are that of invitation. the vision of achievemnet blinds the vision of morality, science passed
last night i realized my excitement for events that were not yet my life. upon return, it's all in the past, it's all a memory. all my life is, is this
such convictions, i feel like stuttering. i just wanted to move. "listen on the subjects i've found. on the importance of this liquid. i get last laughs
Show me the stairway I have to climb Lord, for my sake Teach me to take on day at a time Wash it away It's too much for on soul to take Yeah, I think
drill in your face. wasted life, what that means to me. separate your thoughts. i could show you sometime. with all your words you could not paralyze.
I hate the was you're looking at me lately It makes me want to choke that smile off your face I don't say this often but tonight I think I might This
fascinate. to be shade cast by the forms of mortal men. the light cuts around my body, revealing evidence of times before my presence. it fascinates.
deaf eyes seem to watch the actions of definition human mockery. persuasions never made me feel so sickened. where's your action? spent stabbing aimlessly
his performance is moving; i'll give it that. the sequence of events its all a matter of speaking. to betray those who offer friendship and sactuary,
ink bleeds deeper when pressed hard, soaks through paper and leaves stains on the table. you don't look how i pictured. you don't look quite how i remember
breaks That you view as accepter But it wounds me to that this can't Last forever on love alone I seem to recognize your radiance Perhaps it's time you spread your wings