Nightmare, the persecution A child's dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten A soul that will never rest. Silent Scream Beaten and torn Guidance, it means nothing In a world of brutal time. Electric, circus, wild,

Black pearl Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Forever my world Gather all that's left Place my fears up on this shelf

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

All in due time, see the world through different eyes. All in due time, the shadows will give way to light. Pacing aimlessly, With my mind in unrest Unsure of what may come. What have I done to bring this down on me? Helpless to make this undone How much

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

The beautiful lull, The dangerous tug We get to feel small From high up above And after a glimpse Over the top The rest of the world Becomes a gift shop The pendulum swings