Zobacz utwór: The philosopher
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
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...
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...
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...
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
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...