Song Lyrics

 

You're only given a small spark of madness, don't waste it.

You're only given a small spark of madness, don't waste it.

Rain From The Clouds

Like a moth to a flame or a voice in the rain 
Like a breath to a man no passion or pain
Lost the moon while counting the stars. 
Lost the clouds while starring at the sun 
Lost our way in the passing of the time
You can't put the rain back in the clouds
Like waves to the shores and rivers to the seas
Like tears in your eyes and cries in your pleas 
Lost our souls while chasing the dream
You can't put the rain back in the clouds
You just can’t put the rain back in the clouds 


 

Shallow Grave



This lonely room is my cold companion 

Four grey walls that time has forgotten 

All of the lives in this dance so perilous

Life is a mistress so cruel and envious 


Bury me deep keep the crows from my bones 

Bury me on the plains so I'm close to my home

Bury me in the cold so I cannot lose my way

Bury me slow so I can feel the sun upon the day


We are born to the world naked and alone 

We all leave the world blinded by dreams

All these lonesome nights give way to the days

And all these hastened days give way to years 



 

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Does anyone know of any illegal arms in the country?

Does anyone know of any illegal arms in the country?

To The Heart Of It Child

It’s a simple question begging for an answer
How many more miles does it take to get away 
For there’s just enough time for one man in this life. 


Rusted whiskey in a dirty glass Kings and fools and sparkly things 
Boyhood dreams along the way Smoke filled dreams in fancy skies
Dreams and schemes Memes and screams 

Look what trouble brings a feckless hopeless fool
Toiling in the need of notion and they say, that all must die 
Like the promise in your eye or tears of sorrow or tears of joy

Rusted whiskey in a dirty glass Kings and fools and sparkly things 
Boyhood dreams along the way Smoke filled dreams in fancy skies
Dreams and schemes Memes and screams 


Dreams and schemes and smokey rooms
Memes and screams and back to the heart of it all my child 

 

The Ides

Life slips through our hands like grains of sand

Like souls in a bottle adrift on the tides of time

A prophets charm with his blood stained past

So speak to the power and  pray for the poor 


By the moon and under the stars we sail 

Blinded we are by the eclipse of the sun

Heaven is a place that slaves us to fate 

A curse upon the minds of all mankind


It’s the mad kings head I seek not his throne

To guard us from the fears of his sad revenge

A bloodless coupe where souls come to die 

Breathless and naked we gaze into the sky 


 

What’s Behind The Door

Midnight grifters and morning drifters

Lonely lovers and vicious drinkers

Poison scriptures and heartless killers

Angry healers and blessed speakers


Graven hands and tangled tears 

Selfish lies to ease your fears 

Heavy hearts and addled years

Craven thoughts and chilling sneers


Drunken sailors and foolish teachers

Burning dreamers and midday screamers

Cunning stealers and lifeless dealers

Helpless thinkers and lustful preachers


 
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Save Me

Its cold in that place
Desire is my hunger
Because in my emptiness
Down is all I have
I need you to save me
I need you to end the pain
I need you to save me
I try to hold on, hold on ,hold on
But I need you to save me
I try to hold on, hold on ,hold on
But I need you to save me
All those sleepless nights
I fill my emptiness
With you not by my side
All the pain prevails
I need you to save me
I try to hold on, hold on ,hold on
To a world that escapes me
I try to hold on, hold on ,hold on
But this life won’t let me
And this love won’t let me
No it just won’t let me
Cause this love is now gone now gone
And all you say is goodbye
Only time can save me
From a love that’s gone wrong
From a love that’s gone wrong



 

The Last King

Even though our precious time slips away

All our secrets die lonely and silently 

Because if nothings burned nothing grows

You battle life’s troubles every step of the way. 

You know we are all just stumbling in the dark. 

 A Judas amongst men 

A demon in the crowd 

A god amid mortals

A child with no name


Every man has a past

Every room has a door  

Every day has a night

Every word has home


A flame in the hearth

A graven image in the sky

A sail set into the wind

A darkness on my mind 


Careful of godforsaken dreams and shame

We can’t change the world in a single day

I once knew a cold insufferable man of evil

So keep your friends close and enemies distant

Because it’s a thin line between fool and hero


I know a insufferable man as cold as it gets 

We all die of our lonely secrets

No more pain no more shame

I once knew a cold insufferable man as cold as it gets 

Keep friends close and enemies distant

Because it’s thin line between fool and a hero


Careful what you wish for godforsaken dreams can come true. 

I know a insufferable man as cold as it gets 

Every storm has a story


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Sérénade Pour Les Morts

Words define seeds are sewn

Got the fever turned to stone 

Built a boat to feel the storm

Tide to sea the wind is warm

Fan the flames of endless rage

Man the fool paces the cage


Demons are at your door

Villains are under your floor

Monsters are in your head

Creatures are in your bed

Gangsters are in your yard

Murderers are in your card


Words spoken a tree not grown

Hate like bullets is often thrown

In our silence we crown the fool

Sing the passion so all can rule 

Truth be told our blood to hold

Damn the vain we grow too old

 

Outside The World

Light the fires for the sins of my youth

Stoke the coals and let the embers burn

Feed the flames of desire and hunger

All of the warmth in a cloud filled life


The gilded age of common ground

The heartfelt pulse hear the sound 

The hollow words of a man undone 

All our empty lies cannot be outrun 


Just say goodbye to all the silence 

Great dreams begin with dreamers

Hearts made mad waiting for the sun
Like a star that’s waiting for the night 


The gilded age of common ground

The heartfelt pulse hear the sound 

The hollow words of a man undone 

All mans empty lies cannot be outrun


The reapers hand in search of breath 

The weak, the strong, the mild the meek

We never get to never pass this way again 

Vision or vengeance the mercy of the fallen


Outside the world

Outside the world

The hollow words of a man undone

The hollow words of a world undone

 
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