You son of man I am here as a witness You son of man can't you see what burns inside me This fire will consume as the flames purify With the peace that passes understanding This is my outcry From dust to dust we will return The flesh is temporary The

Mercy, comes after midnight Fire, fire from the inside Rhythm, like a hurricane rain Mind your step as you make your way Through the church in to this world of sand Picture an angle with a cigarette burnin' With a long slow drag She welcomes you in where

There's no end in sight Learning to fly, letting go of it all Finding these questions inside me still burn Like tomorrow never comes Tonight we black out the sun Better hold on tight Before you know it's gone And live like tomorrow never comes

Feel I was running an endless mile, Last time it burns And I'm dying inside All of this will turn to ash A change for a piece of mind I got what I deserved The picture slowly fades, The walls are closing in, And there I was, cursing the ground,

Let's get it right (let's go) C'mon girl (let's go) Everything inside of me Is burning up for you to see And if we should get into it A two-way kind of syndicate

That night I saw through all the magic I barely recognized him at all That night I put my youth in a casket And buried it inside of me Now I'm a witness to the death of a hero I burned all the pictures in the attic And threw away the magazines And now

Kill the inside and let it burn Tell the lonely where to go He’s not the only without hope A moment of something where the dark can reverse The fire may not open, but the devil will return Insanity or glory, in a mind that never learns The empty eyes are

There's no end in sight Learning to fly, letting go of it all Finding these questions inside me still burn Like tomorrow never comes Tonight we black out the sun Better hold on tight Before you know it's gone And live like tomorrow never comes

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

grim travellers in dawn skies also work on the movement of see the beauty -- makes them cry inside makes them angry and they don't know why ministers meet -- work on the movement of goods human beings as if we were so many cattle