Every time I leave You say you won't be there And you're always there Every time I cry your name at night You pull close and say it's alright I look
Last night the word came down, ten dead in China Town, and they said that what their crime was, being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Too many
Waiting for the feeling to subside Paranoid, I melt into myself They say I'm to reach inside and find The broken part of my machinery Psychoanalyze the
Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit Of circling panes of glass That surround and reveal
(Chris DeGarmo) Sitting all alone, inside, today Jane. The other girls are home, we?re playing a new game, The voice is very, very close, you like it
I've got to do something About the loathsome State I'm in. Dis con nec ted Dis con nec ted Dis con nec ted Everywhere I see decay. Mechanized and sterilized
You called me up on the phone today Struggling with the right words to say Time can change a thing or two Time has changed the lives of me and you But
(Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate) Behind my eyes I keep my truth from you. No one enters this secret place, the barrier only I embrace Time is fleeting now
Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare Arms waving madly at something that sadly isn't there Dressed in the day's best by a nurse who's nowhere
favorite son" Where did it all go wrong? I feel like I'm dying Here's to love, here's to hate To promises and to Promised Land lies
When I fell from grace I never realized how deep the flood was around me. A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left
There's hunger in Africa And anger's on assembly lines At the touch of a button, I'm miles away I want no connection Just information and I'm gone I
their favorite song." Where did it all go wrong? I feel like I'm dying. Here's to love, to hate, to promises and Promised Land lies.
Translation: Queensryche. Promised Land.
Translation: Queensryche. Album Promised Land - 1994.
: Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness. Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit of circling panes of glass that surround and
: Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare. Arms waving madly at something that sadly isn't there. Dressed in the day's best by a nurse who'
