Тексты песен PSYCHOTIC WALTZ

sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me and if life's worth it's living at all sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down and they say that I'm living it

be seated now, lay your small ante down as the dark dealer smiles to the play dear player of my little game I don't believe I caught your name that's alright now lay your hand down queens

the seekers of a stellar race have disappeared without a trace could they have found the distant place they have longed to go opposite four corners lie rise to kiss to meet the sky in images the sec

People can you feel anymore? Look through the keyhole, listen at the door Can you see? can you see? Freedom is blowing away By the wind that flies your flag The pride of yesterday People can you breat

whispered alone the song of an angel echoes of a fallen tear frayed by the wind a weed by a willow withered and yellow she lays her head to die lays to die reading the script of the play that we le

I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the moon and I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to cry see his disguise see the laugh in his eyes drink from the tear that he cries I'

I remember a story of great battles won and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won but the weight of the chain slows the run I re

I cannot stand to see what I see I can't stand this place I must be I don't mean to imply that above all am I but again... kiss me goodnight my friend just say goodnight my friend take a l

not so long ago there was a time the naive animal was a wiser thing and these devils that we accept as reality did not exist here before nor do I think they were meant to be they have enshrouded the

there lies a dying sparrow lying still with broken wings till his eyes close to pass the night and part the tears he slips into a dream see him fly o like an arrow in the skies he rules as king thoug

there a world who's smiling face was spinning in circles out in space on the day that the architects have caused their plague of stone turn the ancient land to street spiral tower high defeats u

your order is your anarchy your violence your peace your gospel is your blasphemy your famine is your feast destruction is your architect your woman and your priest I fear your falling sanctuary'

son of creation you've planted my seed under your domination, a doer of deeds have you life by your hand breath by your need I will add to your strenght I will quicken your speed you give me bir