trading pain is a bad deal i've got more than my share too much to bear every beat of the hammer every blood stricken street a way to trade off heat they will bleed 'til i'm empty if i deserve to die i'll make it show i will stain your affection i will wear out your heart you'll follow where i go!
arm to solve kill to save god i've felt how it smells! my land's my home we're blind i'm sick of the blood i find! step by step greed controls every heart every soul arm to kill kill to live - god how could i believe?
...when you slow down it all catches up on you when you slow down it all catches up on you when you slow down it all catches up on you...
nine words create an oblivion ocean "dad tell me will i be dead very long?"
licking the layers of soot from your skin - your tears work my crust to let yourself in licking the layers of soot from your skin - your tears work my crust to let yourself in - touching you harder - touching you harder now . . .
what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control? what if we lose control?
i am the waking child i the wayward son of a mountain lake i set myself on fire to breed the perfect element i am the waking child i the wayward son of a mountain lake i set myself on fire to breed the perfect element
step by step hate controls every heart every soul every gun pointed at those we paint as enemies we provide what they need to let the game proceed stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear
we had a better world we had a better view i guess i never fully realised then what she lost when i cut that loss . . .
sometimes the hands that feed must feed a mind with a sick need and the hands that clutch can be the same hands that touch too much
as we walk through the ashes i whisper your name a taste of pain to cling to - as we walk through the ashes you whisper my name: who's the one with the sickest mind now?
faith darling have faith my son - your daddy is winning a war ...for you! daddy need me love and lead me your superseding war won't feed me!
here in this world split into nations we fail to see the relations between the wheel and the machine - and of the scars we're leaving inside