With nothing to lose you'd waste away Obscure in exile They've witnessed the times, you've gone astray Whose fault? Now you're thinking There's nothing
demonic little love god do you want to see me bleed anarchistic little beggar man here comes another slight attack now you want a piece of me you're just
You say it's all about intention A chimera in disguise, its about your life, the greed The loneliness it needs now Just to say you've claimed the prize
God is pressure God is pressure more or less And it takes a lifetime A life of lies to make a mess Ah, but you suffer I see you suffer with a smile Well
So a crowd, he gathered 'round us I'm pining one last kiss I'm struggling with this lifeline In the shadow of this bliss Patience, my love, patience,
Got a letter from a messenger I read it when it came It said that you were wounded You were bound and chained You had love and you were handled You were
Catatonic listless creature Try to comprehend Everything you've ever wanted Is around the next bend Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't
alone, left here in dust amidst my fears and doubts life's shattered dreams I could have gone without now chthonic life has set its sights on making me
Please would you tell me my friend Which direction is the way Because I'm lost, I'm confused, the reality we choose Is a long, long way from the dream
Broken moments in time could till shine But they're getting old If you could see the world with my eyes You'd be so surprised at what you'd know So,
a view from a broken window alouds are forming faces i can hardly breathe and they laugh at me but it's alright it still feels nice strange desires under
I don't need your redemption I don't want you to deceive me And I don't need your forgiveness I only want you to believe me Do you see me here? I'm standing
you say it's all about intention a chimera in disguise its about your life, the greed the loneliness it needs now just to say you;ve claimed the prize
demonic little love god do you want to see me bleed anarchistic little beggar man now you want a piece of me you're just a lot of talk without a lot
with nothing to lose you'd waste away obscure in exile they've witnessed the times you've gone astray whose fault? now you're thinking... theres's nothing
broken moments in time couls till shine but they're getting old if you could see the world with my eyes you'd be so surprised at what you'd know so,
god is pressure god is pressure more or less and it takes a lifetime a life of lies to make a mess ah but you suffer i see you suffer with a smile well
please would you tell me my friend which direction is the way because i'm lost, i'm confused the reality we choose is a long, long way from the dream
