Did you hear that? Violence against violence; Arrogance against arrogance; Can you see it? Pure evil— Monsters your imagination is even afraid of; Do you feel it? It's here— Madness. HAHAHA! Haha! huh.
are little stars As they watch over as you walk at night; Guide each step you make and smile when you take a glimpse of the skies Lucky are pouring tears As they caress your cheeks and feel your warmth; They're your sunshine, fire and storm— The fragments you keep inside your beating heart Lucky are silly jokes As they make you blush and laugh out loud; Making your eyes smile— For a second at least, you're free from this world Lucky are love songs As they touch your lips whenever you sing; They are the words you want to say and to feel, to you they mean a thing
To be the skies; To be inside your heart; To be a huge part of your world; To mean a thing;
Oh lucky are these lines as they breathe out that, which I keep inside of me— A letter, a scream, a poem; How I wish for nothing great but just To be
Open your eyes Am I not there? Behind the spectrum of lies Excuses and alibis Am I a blur? Light passes right through me Indifferent, and free Am I just a specter? A hollow ray of nothingness In Gehenna with no bliss Open your eyes...
How do we get rid of gravity? it pulls us again towards the unnecessary; shedding tears, tearing hearts, and the screams— oh yes the screams! How do we get rid of the force that would simply bring us down? Once again, we are falling f a l l i n g towards this constant uncertainty; Slowly. Fearfully. Infinitely.
I hear you I hear that scream you've been keeping inside I hear every drop of tear you never shed I hear those rants trying to break free I hear you wishing to the heavens; on a well; and while blowing candles; for a voice Though I hear you So clear So loud The most deafening I ever heard, I hear you. So here's to you and to your silence You need not a better voice that would resound everywhere, You need better ears that would listen every time
Homes and churches and some old walls these hands ache to build them all Bricks or hays and big or small One or two, the storeys would still fall No matter how strong and beautiful and t a l l these hands would ache from wrecking them all
Such amazing feelings we feel Pretty sure the heavens can tell Yet we ride a ship that can take us places Saying hello to different faces Just settled on a trip that will take forever Because long enough can be found in no other