a way about you girl I don't understand How you can turn a crowd and still care who I am [chorus] I'll walk the fire with you 'till the point of no return
the world goes down the drain the new Messiah makes your day fall from grace, New Age Messiah from the dark side of the Moon to the point of no return
like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carryin' stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storin' food At night we praise Allah and adore the moon
tree When first I lay Bright starre with Thee Under the velvet branches dear When sun and moon both came so near Under the starlit open dome Under the starsharp pointed
you young people with your electical devises respect for the dead is something you will never learn until you are truely amongst the dead (maniacal laughter
reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business
me dead My heart began to tell My body and my soul That it had gotten in the mood To lose control Oh no, when did neon light Turn into moon glow When
vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard I wished her back but the dead adored
There's a point of no return Where we never seem to learn We can't have all we wanted Oh, you can see it in our eyes When nerve begins to die there's
chasing lie after lie, Like astronauts chasing a pie in the sky, They landed on the moon but can't seem to return there, Makes some question if they
vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that She breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished Her back but the dead
warmth you'd forgotten at some point You just keep walking forever though the endless darkness You hold the corpse Confusing it with someone who's dead
blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what c Nd business and
with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and
[M & L: J. Weicht] I fly above my self So cold and beautiful dead I've crossed the point of no return And now you understand A life in misery So full
's blue on the inside It's blue on the outside" You said, and then buckled As if you might die "There's no point in living! There's no point in life!"
[Jamie Madrox] Got that rhythym bass man first haunted place that I ever stayed in all night up to this point was just chicken feed this is the real deal