Per⁧⁧verto (Online)

• Level 20
• 8 year ago

No sighs or mysteries, she lay golden in the sunNo broken harmonies, but I've lost my wayShe had rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes1.When world around us keeps on shoutingBut the will to hear its cry is lostWith our inner storm we reap the silence'Cause the scream inside would get you crushed2. They'll tell you black is really white;the moon is just the sun at night. And when you walk in golden halls,you get to keep the gold that falls.It's Heaven and Hell.3. You've got desireSo let it outYou've got the powerStand up and shout, shoutStand up and shoutLet it out 4.Don't talk to strangers'Cause they're only there to do you harmDon't write in starlight'Cause the words may come out realDon't hide in doorwaysYou may find the key that opens up your soulDon't go to heaven'Cause it's really only hell5.Shame on the nightFor places I've beenAnd what I've seenFor giving me the strangest dreamsBut you never let me know just what they meanOh so shame on the night6.You're riding the endless caravanBonded and sold as a slaveA sabre dance removing all the veilsGetting as good as you gave7.Gotta send me a plastic JesusThere's a check in the mail todayThat's what I needSomebody to love8.We sailed across the air before we learned to flyWe thought that it could never endWe'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, runNow it seems our world has come undone9.Well he's the prince of the world his work is never completeAnd though he promises all you'll lie a slave at his feetDon't you know the world is his dominion?Can't you see that you're bound in his chains?The time is short so take your strength in what remains10.Tell her hope is gone but you carry onWe can set the soul freeAll is lost so what's it costsTo listen anywayThe world upstairs where no one cares Is just about to crumbleSee it through we'll burn for youEvilution company11.Second robber to the right of ChristCut in half - infacticideThe world will rejoice todayAs the crows feast on the rotting poetEveryone must bury their ownNo pack to bury the heart of stoneNow he's home in Hell, serves him wellSlain by the bell, tolling for his farewellThe morning dawned upon this altarRemains of the dark passion playPerformed by his friends without shameSpitting on his grave as they cameТвои речи - тебе в плечи, твой заговор - тебе во двор, что мне поклала, послала, пожелала себе забрала сама сожрала,Тебе - Твое, Мне - Моё.Истина.