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I'm Gonna Organize Some Changes In My Life
I'm Gonna Exorcise The Demons Of My Past I'm Gonna Take The Car And Hit The Open Road I'm Feeling Ready To Just Open Up And Go! And I Just Feel I Can Be Anything... But All I Never Wished To Be I Find Myself Just Where I Wanna Be Make My Wildest Dreams Come True! CHORUS I'm On My Way! Out On My Own Again I'm On My Way! Out On The Road Again When I Remember Back To How The Things Used To Be And I Was Stuck Inside a Strove Of Misery I Found I'd Dissapeard So Deep Inside Myself I Couldn't Find a Way To Break Away the Hell When I'm Feeling Down And Low I Thought I'll Never Be The Same Again I Just Remember What I Am And Visualized Just What I'm Gonna Be CHORUS I´m On My Way! Out On My Own Again I´m On My Way! I'm Gonna Break Away I'm Gonna Break Away! I'm Out On My Own I'm Out On My Own! Gonna Break Away Breaking Away! CHORUS I´m On My Way! Out On My Own Again I´m On My Way! Out On The Road Again I´m On My Way! Out On My Own Again I´m On My Way! I'm Gonna Break Away |
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| 2. |
| 3:49 |
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When I was wandering in the desert.
And was searching for the truth I heard a choir of angels calling out my name. I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again I turned my face towards the barren sun And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves. And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground. They are sealed and are now washed away You tell me we can start the rain. You tell me that we all can change You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away. You tell me we can start the rain You tell me that we all can change. You tell me we can find something to wash the tears..... And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves. And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives. They are sealed and now far away You tell me we can start the rain. You tell me that we all can change You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away. You tell me we can start the rain You tell me that we all can change. You tell me we can find something to wash the tears..... And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves. And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives. They are sealed and now far away |
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| 3. |
| 7:22 |
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There's a darkning sky before me.
There's no time to prepare. Salvage a lost horizon. But no regrets from me. Maybe i'll be back some other day. To live again, just who can say. In what shape or form that i might be. Just another chance for me. A hurried time, no disgrace, instead of racing to conclusion, wishing all my life away, no-one can stop me now. Time is up, it couldn't last, but there's more things i'd like to do, i'm coming back, to try again, some day maybe i'll wait till then... No More Lies x 8 They're all sitting at my table. Talking tar and drinking wine. Their time is up just like me. But they just don't know it yet. So just a word of warning. When your in your deepest dream. Theres nothing you can hide from. I've got my eye on you. The clock is fast. The hour is near. Eventfull past is everclear. My mind is set. The time is here. I think im coming home... No More Lies x 8 -solo- Repeat from a hurried time... It's over. |
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| 4. |
| 5:50 |
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I stand alone in this desolate space.
In death they are truly alive. Massacred innocence, evil took place. The angels were burning inside. Centuries later I wonder why. What secret that they took to their grave. Still burning heretics under our skies. Religion still burning inside. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. As we kill them all so god will know his own. The innocents died for the pope on his throne. Catholic greed and it's paranoid zeal. Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross. Templar believers with blood on their hands. Joined in the chorus to kill on demand. Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty. To stand with the Cathars to die and be free. The book of old testament crippled and black. Satan his weapon is lust. Living this evil damnation of flesh, back to the torture of life. The perfect would willingly have died at the stake and all of their followers slain. As for the knowledge of god they had claimed. Religion still burning inside. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. As we kill them all so god know his own. The innocents died for the pope on his throne. Catholic greed and it's paranoid zeal. Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross. Templar believers with blood on their hands. Joined in the chorus to kill on command. Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty. Still burning heretics under our skies. As we kill them all so god know his own. Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust. The eye of the triangle smiling with sin. No passover feast for the curse of within. Facing the sun as they went to their grave. Burn like a dog or you live like a slave. Death is the price for your soul's liberty. To stand with the cathars and to die and be free. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. At the gates and the walls of Montsegur. Blood on the stones of the citadel. |
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| 5. |
| 8:37 |
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Let me tell you a story to chill the bones,
'bout a thing that I saw. One night wandering in the everglades. I had one drink but no more. I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight. Gazing up at the stars. Not aware of a presence so near to me. Watching my every move. Feeling scared and I fell to my knees. As something rushed me from the trees. Took me to an unholy place. And that is where I fell from grace. Then they summoned me over to join in with them. To the dance of the dead In to the circle of fire I followed them. In to the middle I was led. As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear, but still I wanted to go. And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me. As I walked onto the coals. And I felt I was in a trance. And my spirit was lifted from me And if only someone had the chance. To witness what happened to me. And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them. All had death in their eyes. Lifeless figures they were undead all of them. They had ascended from hell. As I danced with the dead my free spirit was laughing and howling down at me. Below my undead body, just danced the circle of death. Until the time came to reunite us both. My spirit came back down to me I didn't know if I was alive or dead. As the others all joined in with me. By luck then a skirmish started. And took the attention away from me When they took their gaze from me. Was the moment that I fled. I ran like hell faster than the wind. But behind I did not glance One thing that I did not dare. Was to look just straight ahead. When you know that your time has come around. You know you'll be prepared for it. Say your last goodbyes to everyone. Drink and say a prayer for it. When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead To this day I guess I'll never know. Just why they let me go. But I'll never go dancing no more. 'Til I dance with the dead. |
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| 6. |
| 5:12 |
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Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul.
Decieving your eyes and delaying your goal Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. Deliver their cargo of eartly delights To the women and the children the souls of the dead. I've opened their book and no mercy is shed You want forgiveness and you want it cheap. I don't give redemption rewards for the meek Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. There isn't a god to save you if you don't save yourself You can't blame a madman if you go insane. Give me the strength so I carry on Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web no mercy is shed. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Show you the gates of tomorrow Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. There isn't a god to save you if you don't save yourself You can't blame a madman if you go insane. Give me the strength so I carry on Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web no mercy is shed. Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Show you the gates of tomorrow |
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| 5:05 |
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Bleeding you dry from the start.
The sum of my parts. To give it away. New life in a day. Some new Frankenstein. Damned for all time. Cursed by the angel who fell. Who saves me from hell. And who is my god. And where is my soul. Too tired to jump too young to run. Never ending forever searching. Chasing dreams, the dreams of our heart. Always seeking always asking. Questions right from the start. Out beyond the new frontier. Playing god without mercy without fear. Create a beast made a man without a soul. Is it worth the risk a war of god and man. [correction]deleted line here[/correction] I want to end my life now, but I don't know how. Recycled again a lifetime of pain. The spawn of a man. The devil has planned. Never ending forever searching. Chasing dreams, the dreams of our heart Always seeking always asking. Questions right from the start Out beyond the new frontier. Playing god without mercy without fear Create a beast made a man without a soul. Is it worth the risk a war of god and man. Is it worth the risk a war of god and man. |
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| 8. |
| 8:28 |
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In a foreign field he lay
lonely soldier unknown grave on his dying words he prays tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through last communion of his soul rust your bullets with his tears let me tell you 'bout his years Laying low in a blood filled trench killing time 'til my very own death on my face I can feel the falling rain never see my friends again in the smoke, in the mud and lead smell of fear and feeling of dread soon be time to go over the wall rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gun fire lifeless bodies hang on barbwire battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb be reunited with my dead friends soon many soldiers eighteen years drown in mud, no more tears surely a war no one can win killing time about to begin Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes the sea of death it overflows in no man's land God only knows into jaws of death we go... Crucified as if on a cross allied troops, they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine such before has never been seen swear I heard the angels cry pray to God no more may die so that people know the truth tell the tale of Paschendale Cruelty has a human heart everyman does play his part terror of the men we kill the human heart is hungry still I stand my ground for the very last time gun is ready as I stand in line nervous wait for the whistle to blow rush of blood and over we go... Blood is falling like the rain its crimson cloak unveils again the sound of guns can't hide their shame and so we die on Paschendale Dodging shrapnel and barbwire running straight at cannon fire running blind as I hold my breath say a prayer symphony of death as we charge the enemy lines a burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no one hears feel the blood go down my throat Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again See my spirit on the wind across the lines beyond the hill friend and foe will meet again those who died at Paschendale |
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| 6:31 |
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Everybody's waiting for something to happen.
Everybody's waiting for something to see Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters. Everyone's waiting for news on TV Winding lives at the end of the spiral. Waiting dictators with their next big thrill Everyone's looking but no one is listening. Everybody wants to be in at the kill I wait for the signs, they tell me true. I see the signs of the end of time Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing. Everyone's looking for the reason why Everyone's hoping for life everafter. Everyone's looking at death from the sky Everyone's nightmares are going to happen. Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes Everyone's praying but no one's believing. Everyone's heroes tell everyone's lies I wait for the signs, they tell me true. I see the signs of the end of time So I watch and I wait. And I pray for an awnser An end to the strife and the world's misery. But the end never came And we're digging the graves. And we're loading the guns for the kill Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand? Future memory of our tragedy Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand? Future memory of our tragedy So I watch and I wait. And I pray for an awnser An end to the strife and the world's misery. But the end never came And we're digging the graves. And we're loading the guns for the kill Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand? Future memory of our tragedy Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand? Future memory of our tragedy |
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| 6:10 |
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I can't be compromising in my thoughts no more
I can't prevent the times my anger fills my heart I can't be sympathyzing with a new lost cause I feel I've lost my patience with the world and all And all the politicians and their hollow promises And all the lies, deceit and shame that goes with it The working man pays everything for their mistakes And with his life too if there was to be a war So we only get one chance can we take it And we only get one life can't exchange it Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it The age of innocence is fading..... Like an old dream A life of petty crime gets punished with a holiday The victims' minds are scarred for life most everyday Assailants know just how much further they can go They know the laws are soft conviction chances low So we only get one chance can we take it And we only get one life can't exchange it Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it The age of innocence is fading..... Like an old dream You can't protect yourselves even in your own home For fear of vigilante cries the victims wipe their tears So now the criminals they laugh right in our face Judicial system lets them do it, a disgrace Despondent public worries where it all will end we can't protect ourselves our kids from crime the trend We cannot even warn each other of evil in our midst They have more rights than us, you cannot call that just So we only get one chance can we take it And we only get one life can't exchange it Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it The age of innocence is fading..... Like an old dream The age of innocence is fading..... Like an old dream |
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| 7:04 |
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From the red sky of the east. To the sunset in the west
We have cheated death. And he has cheated us But that was just a dream. And this is what it means We are sleeping and we'll dream for evermore And the fragment remains of our memories And the shadows remain with our hands Deep grey, came to mourn. All the colours of the dawn Will this Journeymans day be his last? I know what I want. I´ll say what I want And no one can take it away. I know what I want. I´ll say what I want. And no one can take it away But the memory still remains. All the past years not so stange Our winter times are like a silent shroud And the heartbeat of the day. Drives the mist away And winter's not the only dream around In your life you may choose desolation And the shadows you build with your hands If you turn to the light. That is burning in the night Then the Journeyman's day has begun I know what I want. I´ll say what I want And no one can take it away. I know what I want. I´ll say what I want. And no one can take it away In your life you may choose desolation And the shadows you build with your hands If you turn to the light. That is burning in the night Then the Journeyman's day has begun I know what I want. I´ll say what I want And no one can take it away. I know what I want. I´ll say what I want. And no one can take it away |
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