each unconscious sufferer Wanders aimlessly in the dead of night Beware of darkness, it can kill you Beware of darkness, it can cut you down Beware of darkness
Tulkojums: Spock bārdai. Sargieties no Tumsa.
In the dead of night Beware of darkness - It can kill you Beware of darkness - It can cut you down Beware of darkness Neal Morse: "Yes, Beware of Darkness
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ll be sending my light your way You are the doorway You are the doorway YOU ARE THE DOOR What are you waiting for? What are you hoping will happen now? Out of the sycamore darkness
Thoughts are thinking Thoughts are coming Thoughts are screaming Thoughts keep coming Thoughts are coming Thoughts are coming down Thoughts are thinking
I'm just a junkyard now This is my trash They burnt me down somehow Flicked me off like a cigarette ash But time has come today; Time has come today
Some people are like gravy Spilled on God's Sunday shirt Some people are always getting better Some people just get worse Some people only waste so
Out there where we're living on the dark side of the day Something's in our way What is hard to say Rushing in and out like players in a phantom band
