For you to walk on Nothing left, nothing left See the path cut by the moon You will be no one's rival All the thoughts you never see You are always thinking Brain is wide, the brain is deep Oh, are you sinking? Feel the path of every day

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand. And you saw nothing. False love turned to pure hate. The wind cried a lamentation, before merging with