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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man. |
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Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within Only see Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that oh years to be Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness For me Starless and bible black |
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath As silence drowns the screams. Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. |
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying |
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Cat′s foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia′s poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians′ funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man′s greed Poets′ starving children bleed Nothing he′s got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man. |
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Travel weary capricorn
Move on To another dawn. Travel weary tired and torn Hold on, you will be reborn. Capricorn, dawn, torn, reborn... |
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Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within Only see Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that oh years to be Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness For me Starless and bible black |
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Why don't you just drop in
And love the life of sin And squirm inside your cage You are a prisoner of your rage Why don't you just drop in And play the game to win The rules you pick and choose The odds are stacked for you to loose Why don't you just drop in And let the game begin You'll wish you'd learn to play And live to die another day |
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying |
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Cat′s foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia′s poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians′ funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man′s greed Poets′ starving children bleed Nothing he′s got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man. |
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