Lucemus ad terram pridem tempos aeternos. Der Flammenengel: "Erhebt euch, Sklaven des Lichts, Lodert auf in ZerstA¶rung! Erbebt in Salven des Scheins
captivate, cultivate, relegate and chalk it up to the basic needs dissipate, isolate, these days you can't run or believe all that you read and all the
Drank the dark wine of the New York night My shattered mind across the borderline Spent the night in someone else?s arms Shed your love, shed your love
all of these years i've wanted you i was waiting for you to come to me all of these things i was looking for i was hungry i was dreaming i was lost
In a long time traveled really far In a long time traveled really far Where am I Nobody knows me And I don't know... Anyone can, nobody does Somebody
Well we all get up and we all get down And we all get stuck but we come around Now to break the news now to break the beat Now to break the ice now to
The city where I live The faces in the crowd It all just makes me stop to think This is what I've found Everyone knows everyone Everyone knows what everyone
(electronic voice) This is consciousness This is Kablerium This is a broadcast This is a news flash This is the real world This is your conscience This
There will be the time for words And there will be the time for you to say you understand But now it’s my time in the sun and I will say That I don’t
Lately I don?t think of you at all Or wonder what you?re up to Or how you?re getting on I never think of calling you Or how things could have been Or
keep your eyes on right keep your eyes on right ahead keep your rudders right keep your rudders right ahead say don't go back to there ah you'll go
Call off all of your plans Push back all of your worries Everything can wait as long as it has to And it will You can just let go And let it rest a while
Well, I lived my whole life When I saw your face, sayin' "Please don't leave me now." Well, I cry a lot When I see your face, sayin' "Please now leave
Back then the future was an empty place, just an open space Right now the memories fill my head and stay, think of yesterday Upstairs we made the plan
sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse a half cooked idea or a trick to be used then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark waving in the
Twenty years of living underground Twenty years of living in the books Well see the sun and drink the light of day We used to be the people of the secret
Brush his teeth, puts on his clothes Wash his face, walk out the door Does his job, don't say a word Makes boss smile, bad day is cured When will
we were giving up time we were giving on back on all that's left to do sometimes you'll have to do sometimes there's nothing left to say we were giving
