Don't try to call There are some bridges that burn beyond recognition beyond repair Don't say you've changed There are some forces that turn beyond recollection
There is a blood red circle On the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church door's thrown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
Los caldeos, los asirios, la Roma del poder supieron resumir mejor; lo helenos, los egipcios, los hijos de Israel ya estaban conversado del amor. Hubo
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street Marble dust all over my feet Bearded masses at the gates Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late Drivin
you had all of them on your side didn't you? you believe in all your lies didn't you? the ruiner's got a lot to prove he's got nothing to lose and now
There it is, there he is, now I have to go Turn around disappear really have to go Make a line to the door tapping on my arm Turn around blank faced Everything
You comb your hair you try to think of something interesting to say The good news is to you attention is something they will pay If you have nothing to
All the faces, all the voices seem to fade in the crowd Neurotic minds realize the danger expect their destiny, fear the future Past never changes running
first impressions of the next day: a hornet repeating its sting. worn out, woke up. pull out, pull up you think... is it always gonna end this way
It's so quiet in the ruins Walking though the old town Stones crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around Oh, it's enough to make you weep All
This is the end of us You'll never hear my voice again You are ridiculous With your imaginary friends All that I want is for you to come to ruin All
Hey, hey, hey, look at me now I'm unrecognizable My trademark frown has grown Into the strangest easy smile Oh, my, my, where did I go wrong? Ask all
Hast du alles eingepackt was dir hier lieb und wichtig war? Hast du deinen Reisepass und überall "Lebwohl" gesagt? Ist irgendwas noch nicht erledigt
The knowledge that seeking The favor of another Means the murder of self This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds
I lived to love, To retain your magic In my memory. By the prickliest thorn Was engraved in my heart Your name's beauty, To my ears so much melodious
How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel Full of
Were you just being funny When you cut down my tree? I was hanging my hat there On a bent knee Were you just being clever? There's so much I don't know
Meine Kindheit liegt in Trümmern und die Trümmer qualmen vor sich hin Kann mich an garnichts mehr erinnern weiß nicht wo ich herkomm
