light the way before you Silence is broken into nothing more than lies Just another token telling just for the surprise Ten more tales of grand illusion
to light the way before you Silence is broken into nothing more than lies Just another token telling just for the surprise Ten more tales of grand illusion
Translation: Balance Of Power. Ten More Tales Of Grand Illusion.
Come to the edge of reason embrace the sun in place of night Come to your senses sometime never witness an understanding Before the dawn surrenders light
Why am I taking all your time All I want is what was mine Am I talking to your inner feelings Time didn't conjure up a cure Is there anybody more I can
There's a place that's soft and warm it's a shelter from the storm There's a whisper in the air if I call you will you hear Pull me in I'm a drowning
Slow down pour a glass Of what gets you through the day Send all your senses far away Slow down I'll whisper words You don't want to hear It's too late
There's a time to feel And a time to fear Turn around and walk away from here There's no mystery No catch If you will Paralyze your paradise Or the next
I've crumbled to this too far My life has come to this so far The darker side of me Comes and goes as the sea The night is just the same so far You
Do you feel any fever any changes at all In your truth a deceiver Stranded and desperately cold Branded the enemy, loosing the dignity Bring on the
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It's dark so dark I've been lying alone for days It's cold so cols I'm alive can I still be saved Have you ever been lonely have you ever been that
you Giving in, giving in to love It's the balance of this everyday feeling Giving in, giving in to love Without love our dreams become illusion Giving
for something lacy Some girl's going to see that dress And crave that day like crazy The little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada They can balance
your love again If I'm strong enough And live long enough I still believe in those [chorus] -The distinction between past, present and future is only an illusion
All for something lacy Some girl's going to see that dress And crave that day like crazy Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada They can balance
simulating thoughts when I talk Idealistically I spit for free The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me Challenges me E A six speed prowlers Superior air power