Death - The philosopher

Tekst :

Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear
There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe
Lies feed your judgment of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all

Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own,
what sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I m supposed to be, yet you don t know your
own sexuality
Lies feed your judgment of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all

Inne utwory

  • Genetic reconstruction
  • Regurgitated guts
  • Leprosy
  • Suicide machine
  • See through dreams
  • Mutilation
  • Zero tolerance
  • Evil dead
  • Destiny
  • Killing spree
  • Misanthrope
  • The flesh and the power it holds
  • Secret face
  • Out of touch
  • In human form
  • Spirit crusher
  • Flattening of emotions
  • Losowe utwory

    Truth

    Oh, it s a strange day
    In such a lonely way
    I saw some children dance
    I watched my life in a trance
    And the people around me
    Seemed so glad to be here
    Will my time pass so slowly
    On the day...

    Just passing time

    I Like the Way That You Come
    Running Up to Me
    It Sort of Reminds Me Of
    Black and White Movies
    And I Will Put a White Dress On And
    By the Window Wait
    For My Richard Gere to Come
    *or
    For My Marlin Brando to Come
    Crashing Through the Gate

    Sometimes I Talk On the Phone
    Until My Ears Are...

    Firefly

    Go to that secret place
    Inside your soul
    Go to its deepest place
    Only you and I know
    Can you see her?
    There she is still shining bright
    When the sun goes down
    See her crimson glow through
    the darkest of nights...

    Krzyk we mgle

    Jednego pragnę zapomnieć cię
    Wyrzucić z serca twoje zło
    Nie wracać więcej do tamtych dni
    Za sobą zamknąć wszystkie drzwi
    Kiedy odeszłaś nie pozostał żaden ślad
    Powracasz teraz jak zły sen

    Słyszę twój krzyk we mgle
    Słyszę głos nienawiści
    Twój krzyk we mgle woła mnie
    Widzę jak staczasz się

    Wejdź siostro

    Późno jest już, światła dawno pogasły
    Ostatni bus wygonili za drzwi
    W sali jest mrok, w korytarzu dość jasno
    Ona tam jest, nadal czekam u drzwi

    Wejdź, siostro, wejdź, koncert skończył się już
    Wejdź, nie wstydź się, nic nie grozi ci tu
    Wejdź, siostro, wejdź, tu są ludzie, nie ty
    Wejdź, siostro, wejdź, nie ma czego się...