History, tonight. WITHOUT A DEAR FRIEND, WITHOUT A DREAM, I'M LIKE A WARRIOR, A WARRIOR WITHOUT SWORD. PRIMARY FEAR, IN MIND, AND ON ALL THE SKIN, I'M FEELING ALL THAT, NOW, THE PRIMARY FEAR
NOW IS HERE, IT'S HERE FOR YOU AND I. WE PLAY A ROCK, TONIGHT, AND A SYMPHONY FOR US, SO WE'RE FREE; AND NOW YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH ME, AND OUR FEAR IS
NOT FAIR, TAKE YOUR THINGS AND FLY, NOW, OVER THE STUPID SILENCE OF THE MODERATE PEOPLE. Then, you Run inside the fear of the dark, And inside the ancestral fear
Dark road, without lights and tears, Things without a solution, dear, My soul is full of that, now, And your soul too, yes I know. Where is the sun of
Thank, my God, For all the things in our life, And for this song, And the strength that now I'm feeling. Oh, my Lord, Sometime I think that the world
The notes are falling now, Like an heavy thing, I take this dream, again, The smile of a new song. But tears streamed down her face, But tears streamed
good: Now I'm ready I'M BREAKING SUGARY IMAGES, SAINTS, AND AN OLD WORLD, I'M BREAKING THE PUPPET STRINGS, I CAN DO IT NOW! To escape death, to escape death, Running into the fear
When I When I see your empty glances I feel All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people. Normal souls, normal eyes, In the middle of strange
