Letras
Oh well it's been a long time
Since somethings made that angry sound
Of mine
The masters brutalist crime
Is that fickle flicker in your fortunes eye
When something makes that angry sound of mine
What's passed can never begin
Cause there's always something underneath your chin
But he just sees a puppet of sin
Cause what's furthest is what's always found Within
What's furthest is what's always found
Shining
The call would sound to me
Oh he sees
What truth could break That siren so divine
But why must that sound Still echo in my mind
Why must that sound Still echo
(Is this it)
Blinding The glow so bright it burns
Oh it hurts
(Is this all that I've waited for)
To yearn for what Was never meant to stay
(Is there any way to wash upon the shore
I'd rather say so long)
And now there's always something in the way
And now there's always something
(Is this it?)
Blinding
The glow so bright it burns
(Is this all that I've suffered for)
Oh it hurts
(Is there any way to wash upon the shore)
To yearn for what Was never meant to stay
(I'd rather say so long)
And now there's always something in the way
And now there's always something in the way