the score I hold my seed, a perfect hate I make this mask a weapon For every time I lied myself a tenfold to your burden This is the day (A given word
our ashes Human kind is the slave to the God-Eye it watches ever, and never sleeps (We are)Single filing, never speaking Raining, shining, night, day
in the country where the dead wood aches In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day
Was this all just a false memory Dreams will come And dreams will go But the memories are here to stay And I can feel you slowly fade away This is the day
Day in, day out a burden on me a gasp for breath is all I need your beautiful words were not enough in ashes I leave to find my peace breathe you in
Day in day out A burden on me A gasp for breath is all I need Your words were not enough In ashes I leave to find my peace Your words beautiful were
clown Who will stand at your defense? But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down You take your place among the saints, make not a single
die, and my face will fade Into the dark, floating away. Someday I'll see you in the dark. 11.3 A rose, a rose, a thorn: A briar patch. With blossoms