Sleep on tight In your heart I keep on fear, keep on loathing Nothing brings it on I keep on falling Decide what it is I can not find It's subsides what you make it Never feel like you're gonna break it It's gonna be alright alright Sleep until the

None of thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me My awareness, catalyst, of godhate I have spawned Mightiest Self! Cast out of Thy Elysium With blood of Nazarene I write the story of man Two thousand years Is nothing though it has been enough Come forth

All my good years I'd rather be anywhere Anywhere but here I pray to God I didn't waste all my good years I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears The voices screaming loud as hell We don't care 'bout no one else Nothing in the world could

I just wanna use your love I don't wanna lose your love tonight Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight! You don't mean nothing at all to me I think I'm done fuck'n singing this song Tonight, tonight, tonight. tonight, tonight I just wanna use your

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

For graphs of passion and charts of stars How endings start Ending start Starts with answers All this that is more than a wish is a memory All this that is ceases to be All is revealed The obvious door opens nothing Nothing, nothing left, nothing left

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What

I the Sun ov man The offspring ov the stellar race My halo fallen and crushed upon the earth That I may bring balance to this world I son ov perdition From sheer nothingness transgressed Unto the highest self, to utmost freedom To explore the starry

But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray

The way you look, the way you laugh, The way you love with all you have, There ain't nothing 'bout you that don't do something for me The way you kiss, the way you cry, The way you move when you walk by There ain't nothing 'bout you (there ain't nothing