Labyrinth
Prepare yourself my friend, for now your time has come to break through.
Can you come to my dream? Can you come to me? Can you find my paradise?
Open the gates and I will welcome you with open arms.
But first you must find your way through the labyrinth of my mind.
Now, don't be afraid of all the demons that will conquer your deceived mind.
Eventually they will disappear and be replaced by the man on the other side of the room.
Find that door, enter that room and you will find me.
So prepare yourself for a long journey in my concealed thoughts an try to break through
for you would be the first!
Join the club!
Whenever you're down and out.
Playing children in my backyard
fill your conservative hearts.
Hang on my little dreamer
Don't play with your family
Don't play until you've seen her!
"What do you do for a living?"
"I collect worldly sins and sell them."
"I collect worldly sins and sell them."
My lord, you have deceived me
in the labyrinth of love
and now you let me seek my own way out.
Don't pray to your gods
until you've seen her.
Until you saw!
Some day you will know
Even then you can't show
Tell me now, are you sure
it was Love?
Gathering world,
how pale is a man's word when that word is love.
Exile, hate, war and a flower in my backyard.
Honest truth, honest hate.
Experience god and his disciples when the world is seeking for a cease-fire.
She did, man!
Or didn't she?
Answer my call. Gimme some truth!
Give me that word.
Love!
The distant shores of St-Marie
Far away from everyone
All the different colors in the sky now
Can't you see what she has done?
There is one thing you should know
'bout all the things I feel
Guess you'll never know what
ever goes through me
Try to understand
The words I'm gonna say
Makes me feel so glad
but it hurts me every day.
The war is over.
Bury your dead ones
and make to love to another
Only then it can bring your back.
Only then I'd love to hate again.
In the end it will turn out all the same.
Everybody will be alive.
Everybody will be dead.
Entering the souls of mankind and holding on.
The craftsmen, covering up the mists of time and leaving no trace.
In the end it will turn out all the same
Loving.
Feeling.
Holding.
Being.
Long smiling faces, staring at the white light, blinding every dark sound in the middle of the night.
What can we do if their goal is already achieved?
What is left for the rich man who's money can buy what he wants?
Do you believe in the white moon, shining down on you face, when you're watching the stars destine our future?
Never lasting, always fighting.
I want stars in my blue sky, with yellow spaceships.
Murders, fights, robberies and scandals. They have raped our sister.
Blue, green and brown turned gray, scandaled before our eyes and not even a chance to restore what my father has done.
Walking down the streets of destructive force, he said:"Hey boy, what are you doing there? Didn't you know she was already pregnant?"
Waiting, holding back time. Killing, fighting, loving!
Let me tell you that, if the Virginia swamps are closing down on you,
you've got to learn to open that door and feel the passion of the flower who killed your family.
Don't, change while you can and DO.
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