IRC-Galleria

niin ei oo paha mustakaan ...

\m/

I hear the pain in her voice
She takes the lead
That's when I saw it in her eyes

I told her no, she cries
I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go

My soul is crying without asking why
Don't it mean I love you, think it means I love you

She's scared to breathe
I hold her hand, I got no choice
Pull me out on the beach
Danced in the water
I start to leave
She's begging me
And asking why it's over

Spiritual Healing

Always blocking the doors to your mind
Escaping the reality that surrounds you
Using faith as an excuse to kill
A sick way of life is now revealed

All the prayers in the world can't help you now
A killer a take of life is what you are

Speak no more lies
It's your turn to die

Preach the good word
Speak no more, perpare to burn
A justified torture?
From this may others learn
The life you took a holy death, a grave mistake
No changing your mind, your life you should pay

Practice what you preach
Your loved one is now deceased
Knowledge is at our hands
Never to understand

Spiritual healing



Blinded by the twisted ways you live
Kill for religion, will the Lord forgive?
Idiocy has stricken your mind
A real-life hell you will find

Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...

Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find

Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own-
And seeing what is real...

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit




kyllä se Chuck Schuldiner oli h4x


R.I.P