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Propaganda

Doorways closed by stagnent lies Wasted years through puzzled eyes Filth is forced through every door The twisted truth infects the floor Propaganda! Propaganda! A smiling face decays the screen A mask designed to trick the green Instructors paid to g...

Sacrosanct

this god is of a madness Where life holds no surprise The years gonna pass your face As men become too bright With the arrow Pull our ropes and chains too tight Shed not a care for no man She sleeps alone tonight The altar will be scented The altar wi...

Shine

I'm stepping on a grey head Seen through black and white I'm tired of being a pin man Shying from the light I'm living on desire These pleasures came too high I'm dodging round the corpses who'd beat me for a price We're painting pictures We're painti...

Sin of Sins

I'm sorry I'm not in the flow I'm sorry I'm not on the floor I never watch the children dance I never felt this way before I'm not in touch with anyone I'm set apart from everything forget it seems the hardest words when living in the sin of sins There...

The Side of Heaven

Clinging to your instinct for life A bold favor from the Christian legacy Come into the garden of delights Where man has to judge his own behaviour Conscious to the very fact A chance meeting with a lone stranger Casually you lose the day The law's clea...

The Tenant

Two eyes meet the pull is very strong The persons dream, it's running on and on The tenant views a mind to let With small diversions that could be sooner said Solely appearing, the person that you're soon to know The tenant, the tenant The tenant, he wai...

Time

A nation sits to wait But our solutions come too late The sun had set too fast Forgotten lessons from the past But no -one seemed to care Disillusion everywhere The last dance begins As man commits the final sin To the fool's delight Dance dance dan...

Witnesses

Put love in the young boy's eyes Some were running out of the future That Kind of feeling's so hard to define Embracing poverty and corruption Just to mask to clean up the... We're sitting in the manor tonight The web of conquest lay all around Witnesse...