All I ever wantedWas something hugeUnmeasureableNot thisCrumb of crusty breadStarched, whited linenAltarGraveUngravingNot the hereMost equal of shoulders pewedPressed together and crowdedRising in unisonIn a perfect worl . . .
The flowers in your hair have all witheredThe tears dried in your eyes and filled with sandThe toys we built for play have overcome usIt doesn't seem like a world without endI try to stir from the slumber and the visionI . . .
Don't fill me with hope if you just take it awayDon't fill me with words when you have nothing to sayDon't promise tonight if you are leaving todayGive it up cause you don't want to know what I know (now)Right and wrong, . . .
I do hate evilAnd I do hate sinI do hate divorceAnd I hate this state we're living inI do hate rebellionAnd I do hate greedI do hate most religious menAnd I hate this hating hateful killingI Am the God of HateAnd my hate . . .
I want a Virgin Mary nightlampBible hero lunch boxThe Shroud of Turin on my wristwatchOnly listen to Christian ... RockGospel Cola in the morningThen make my Velvet Jesus BedI want some Holy Trini-Tea BagsCovenant Candy . . .
We stand beneath the skyWe swear our love will never endWe sleep before the graveWe believe that life will always be inLove is as strong as deathIs as strong as loveWe see beyond our soulWe speak the words that shape our . . .
Almost believed itI even see itI'm not hard to confuseA twist of the secretIt's just out of reach,it's where I'm going toI'm .. not here just to breatheAnd make a God, yeahI'm ... not here just to breathe ...Make a GodSe . . .
The judges sat outside the lawAnd in their pride no evil sawIn setting teeth to Satan's jawAnd feeding him our children.When viewed in terms of cost and easeAn unborn child is a diseaseA holocaust seen fit to pleaseOur o . . .
There are too many paintersAnd not enough beautyToo many hoursAnd not enough timeToo many singersAnd not enough musicToo many reasonsAnd not enough rhymeWill you meet me here in the light?Will you fill my heart with your . . .
Maybe I am misunderstoodMaybe I'm missing ConvictionMaybeMaybe I'm minding my own mindMaybe I'm making moonsenseshineMaybeI've turned my head around babyI've turned my head around ...And I'm better now.Maybe I am just ma . . .
...came and right awaywe're lost we're all alone and lostIt's easy to say (so I noticed)It's better to say that you don't believeA few half lies (If you survive)The winter came with a bitter rain and washed away the reas . . .
Is there a vacuum in meIs there a great big holeDoes my life suck as bad as yours(Will you swallow my soul?)Is there a thought in my headyou walk a mile in my bedIs there life before deathCan you breathe my thick hot bre . . .
I stopped and asked a strange old man who was looking to the East,if perchance he knew the time of day.He looked at me so suddenly and with such a fiercesome gaze,that I could see the wisdom in his eyes.Having eyes to se . . .
Everybody knows you can have sex with anyone (that you love)Everybody knows you should only love someone who cares (for you)Everybody knows you should only care about your own (your life)Everybody knows that your life is . . .
It didn't have to be obsceneTo stop my heart with fantasyIt's beautiful, butAll I want is youIt didn't have to be so completeYou could have leftSome room for MysteryWhen I turn out the lightAll I see is youI can hardly w . . .
I stare into the sunrise cold a face of fear a void of soulinside this hole where I feel safeinside this stormthis empty placethis crown of cloudsI wear alonethis dust of rainstays on and onnothing can stop the rainit ge . . .
Time flows back from the end-A foe or a friend-Depending upon how you choose:Bliss or the Blues.Igniting our fuse-We win or we lose.You hold my pastBut I am your future.The present connects our history.The Circle is clos . . .
Tears are foodDay and nightMy throat is filled with dustFrom this desert hellBlinding, burning, light.Where is GodDeep to deepMy eyes are filled with sandFrom this night of deathDrowning, dreaming, sleep.I will thirst fo . . .
I think it's strangeHow we blame the DarknessBlame it on the lightI think it's strangeHow we do the wrong thingsAnd undo the rightStrange ... We try and explainAll the bad things we surviveJesus. This isWinterLand.Jesus. . . .
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