all odds Bent but never broken against all odds We're always down but never out Never out, no lost blood Taking back, no more blood Endless casualties
twisted mind Trapped in a needled body I keep these etchings on my wall To remind me of what you've taken Left me adrift for endless days In a sea of
We'd like to take you to a place so far from here A lesson in lost and shattered men Welcome to the story of their solemn fears Spare all the innocence
've been marching under the gloomy sky Dispersed into small crowds From horizon to horizon Since time immemorial, for many years. Under the endless
Stranger in my own land, can't understand How the very word Australian has been damned I fucking hate myself, take 'Aussie' from my name Erase this endless
waiting The broken glass reflects the haze, it shines like endless holy days Struggling to remember what they're celebrating Well a God descended, and the real
Endless stairs, a guiding light It seems to shine bright but it's cold Wicked signs will mark our way Wicked signs will mark our way Mark our way Mark
been hidden well, but now it had been freed For no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
been freed For no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that
The majesty Of the different shapes In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings Real
my thirst On flames of fury I scourge the Christian realm Within my trail The hounds of hell On flames of fury I scourge the Christian realm Within
I saw the unseen I heard the unheard I rode the sky above the earth I felt the breeze of the world What was lost I should have retrieved What was real
My values are loyalty, truth, respect, and honour My family?s royalty, my life is an endless drama My art is death and I?m about to paint masterpieces Catastrophes, shattered
Endless stairs A guiding light It seems to shine bright But it's cold Wicked signs will mark our way Wicked signs will mark our way Mark our way Mark
its real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming Raw and exposed Shattered
christhunt A broken crucifix And with the blood of christ I quenched my thirst An image of christ Trampled to a thousand pieces Between the shattered