blue field violets, for her glory and her power, which she found in her final hour, Great and small and all in-between. Sweet sister temperance, she
in the cold stone walls house where the fleeting dead fall a mother is crying outside In the darkest of hours left with her perilous thoughts they circle
Brakes on Brakes on The car is running empty Brakes on brakes on The car is runnin' empty Downhill Head on This crash is comin' slowly Downhill Head
Who wants to know All that is gold is rusting No one will know When seasons cease to change and: How far we've gone How far we're going It's the here
Ooh baby [2x] Bereaved lady Ooh baby Ooh baby [2x] He carved you like a stone Then left your side Stop [2x] Ooh baby Slow steady Heaven's waiting For
I'm in transit floating stranded on this boat And I pledge myself allegiance To a better night sleep at home And the sweet, sweet sun's comin' down Hard
Finally we have seen some things Some awfully nice Some dreadfully bad But we will sing Wash the blood off our knees Cause our love breaks through rough
They don't know What they're on about Those fools Don't get my dreams And I want it, I want it, I want it And I want it, I want it, I want it All When
Bedeck your gown in bricks, there's leeches stealing across the stage Come hell or ocean water, I won't end up without Applaud the gall of the black cloud
Hate wide for dog breeder in the [town of her thoughts] Never seen dog breeder This is the tale of his replica. Name was J. Temperance Only two did not
As worlds end with new ones to open As you change your aim Lives thrown up into the open Get on a different plane Words meant but were left unspoken
This is not my true nature I was not born as what I have come to be To be gentle again An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings Faces certain death
Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you That I might reach Straight for your throat This is madness Will we not be satisfied
Without pretension With a sweet chill down my spine For a time the clouds lift And what I have resigned to thinking barren Does bear fault If I am to
to wield this scorched, jet blood To the gross advantage This blood must not go to waste All is not yet lost Take these words of blood ill-tempered
It is truly the perfect being It's armor is tenfold shields It's teeth, swords, claws In the guise of greeting hands How does it sleep at night? This
This song I have this song to sing Certain words must be screamed Rather than be sung or spoken I am alive and vigorous As they toil without love Fight
Brilliance, a heart of gold And a voice that whispers "I am wholly miserable" He is the most miserable of men Every word he speaks, reeks of failure