ones I had lost Midnight in paradise, grief, away goes my hope I cried for the ones I had lost Hear my prayers, climbing on the clouds above Silent
. Rain on my parade. My confidence is soaked. Laughter has now lost all of its sincerity. Emptiness persists. I've never felt this much anger. A silent
All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through
returns in flood Running through my veins Running through my blood It was a very special magic moment's glance A dreamer back in paradise A dancer lost
in eternal sleep And if that rest were filled with sorrow still we'd sleep In the madness of a silent eternity We'd find
sweet sounds of singing Just a silent room where tears won't dry Life is sad when people hurt you Sad when friends desert you Sad when dreams get lost
Six feet under, I'm still alive Six feet under, I've found my paradise When I left, the skies were sober I took this shrine last October In this house
Pushed into the Mounth of the Abyss A world that owes nothing Trapped in an emotionless empire Silent are endless parades Respect like smoke Lost in cyclones
share And now we're lost in wilderness Lost,crying in the wilderness And if anyone's watching it seems they couldn't care less We're lost wilderness
Now that everything is lost my colours they are slowly fading I cast no shadow but another level is waiting Journey through the black abyss is only in
chase parading ghosts in burning memory Through empty shells of stolen moments As all the stains are reassuring us That they happened Poring over the fragments found, lost
sheltered scenery as the arms outstretch for me You'll never walk again (in a sorry sea of pale sound uplifting here, dark waters flow free through archways of silent
into heads, holy laws... Cast into a circle of preaching vomit All decent holy people Their conscience free Massive neurosis and impending doom And the holy power will be silent
, my anguish stays Fate of my face, I've seen your face I turn and run, you'll have no place Time is the father, in my corrupt mind Pain, echoes, in the silent
can call mine? For years I have waded through bland mediocrity, watched my hopes sink in a mire of negation. Yet why pay the cost for a paradise lost
there is a place in hell for you for each minute suffered, for each day survived paradise lost to heavens and hells have we emerged as that fallen grace
Lost in a silent ballet I?m dreaming you?re out in the blue and I am right beside you Awake to take in the view Late nights and early parades Still photos
parades with nothing skin Things that breathe way too thin They lost their lives in backyards They lost their lives in backyards They lost their