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All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.
For those who have accepted the burden of shame,
For the innocent only guilt will remain
And our lives will be forced to accomodate
The perpetrators of our own bastard race.
All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.
I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes,
A witness to events that led to this present time.
These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied
Will never survive the greatest test of time.
Deliver me from those feverish eyes
That threaten to unbalance my state of mind,
For I must confess only to the smallest of crimes.
A sense of guilt, a sense of guilt
A sense of guilt, a sense of guilt
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Please go after him
'Cause he delayed them there
I see the proud man
He delayed to see them all
All have stayed
The bloodstains on the floor
He's left, he's left
He's gone today
He's gone back
He's gone back
I just want to make him understand
Teach another lesson
Make them go and see the proud man
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From ancient times to the present day
There have been those who have claimed her as a lover.
So driven by the will to move up
Have pursued her to the very ends of the earth
She enters into it enters into us,
As the wheel spins and turns
The fortunate ones are seen to emerge.
She enters into it enters into us.
Fortune smiles upon our heads.
Mistakenly we cling to her warm embrace.
How easily we seem to forgive and forget,
Lost within the security of our new found wealth.
There are those of you amongst us
Bearing vacant faces and empty smiles.
Their fates have already been decided upon.
They will leave behind them only victims of their misplaced trust.
Fortune smiles upon our heads.
Mistakenly we cling to her warm embrace.
How easily we seem to forgive and forget,
When lost within the security of our new found wealth.
Fortune smiles upon our heads
Fortune smiles upon our heads
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I was told this in a distant land
Where tortured souls have to fight together in anguish
And the scenes of the show are of a cruel and violent nature
Scenes of pain and cruelty are there to be seen
The arena, the town, the place was set for all to watch and see
I was told this in a distant land
Where the oppressor ruled with an iron hand
And a mission of saddened complacency
Left cold and emotionless by history
Scenes of pain and cruelty are there to be seen
All the while i should have known it was you killing me
Somewhere is the leader
The designs will never change
Vented through other's fear
The world stops at the end of the hall
We watch the life force fade away
And that's the price we shall have to pay
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Come in here where it's nice
If you want, if you want, if you want
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These silent chances pass one by
Who never knew of them at all
Resigned to the hands of fate
we await her impending beck and call
Until we return, paradise interred
Spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl
Until we return, paradise interred
Spread your golden wings, let the fires burn
These silent chances pass one by
Who never knew of them at all
Resigned to the hands of fate
We await her impending beck and call
Until we return, paradise interred
Spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl
Until we return, paradise interred
Spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl
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Well, opportunity's doors did not open wide
Tthe answers remain locked away inside
Locked away inside
Locked away inside
Locked away inside
Locked away inside
So forced into labour, we till the earth
To sow the seeds of our own rebirth
As the days turned into years
Our faith overcame any doubts or fears
Any doubts or fears
Are there any doubts or fears
Any doubts or fears
Are there any doubts or fears
In truth we had found the key
Its application would unravel this myster
This mystery
This mystery
This mystery
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Wild in the woods of love
We harm those whom we adore
And contrary to all good intentions
We suffocate them in an alarming embrace.
Listen child, try to understand,
All is not what it appears to be in the world at hand.
Here dreams are bought and sold for a price.
The truth a burden to keep for the rest of your life.
These paths that we have chosen
Can only lead to fear and despair
So we learn from and experience the corporeal,
All is hidden in hidden meanings.
All can be learned from within.
We are all brothers and sisters in spirit.
Wild in the woods of love
We harm those whom we adore
And contrary to all good intentions
We suffocate them in an alarming embrace
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Sail on silver wings
Through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
For now that wheels are turning
I find my faith deserting me
This night is filled with cries
Of dispossesed children in search of paradise
A sign of a sign of unresolved ambition
Drives the pinwheel on and on
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
When memory bears witness to the innocence
Consumed in dying rage
The way lies through our love
There can be no other means to the end
Or keys to my heart
You will never find
You will never find
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Here in the garden of the arcane delights,
Dark shadows overwhelm us and we become blind.
Blind to the needs of those who would be free
From the grip of fear and the prisons of the mind.
Amidst the throes of perplexity
Phobia moves amongst us, in her hand is held the seed.
Extermination angel stood beside the road
In violent retribution for the seeds we have sown
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