Pain, courage on overload, I'll kick until my lifeblood's gone, catching breath lost through years, raped the beauty of innocence. Dying for more, dying for more. Thrown to the floor, the wind in my head, forever race, I cannot win. And courage... Burning down the waiting hours, wound into a cyclone maze, I thought that I was awake, but I was only breathing. Dying for more, dying for more. Give me something - nonreality, trash water flows beneath my skin. And courage...
Any power, in my world - you take it. Whatever strength, I should own - you take it. Any power in my world. Whatever force I could possess. Shot out. Brought to a barricade. As words come without meaning. Inside a hollow fear, we could fight until we die. Any power in my world - you take it. Short of the waterline, in a torrid sea. Weighed in the balance and Éfound nothing. Any power in my world - you take it. Behind the walls unseen. Pitted against yourself. In a struggle unperceived. We can fight until we die.
The ninety-nine realities. Can't stop. In a millisecond frame, your anger into hate themes, stricken with time, out of a realm of shimmering air. To the wolves. As if crushed under weights - demolishing, racing - wasting your life, lead on to a blackened fantasy. A reeling inside, the pressures collide. Reality. The ninety-nine realities. Can't stop. A transformation in the heat, we'll ride the blood's speed - never the same - caught in a whirling urgency. We'll fall. And elations die away, give in to nothing - a veil of lies - reducing you as a meager game. A reeling inside, the pressures collide. The ninety-nine realities. Can't stop. And every moment our lives shred apart.
Been low, at the breakdown. Collapsed, at the turn-around. All the time I can't forget - forgive, relieve. Heard all your dead end words (the rancid air). In a dream laced with ice, and tragedy. In a rage, how will it end? Burn on, away. Thrown back again. In a rage. Ran out, pushed against the ground. Spat out the foul. Hands shaking wild - am I losing myself? And not a scar, weak on the flesh. Time racing blind, sinking in sand. How will it end? In a rage.
We rode through your mind, clad in wrought iron and steel, and forced...your strife upon us. We bound in desperation, and held, 'til our last mistrust. Broke from beneath you. How could it burn out? Radio the war toys. No need, no place for solace - just a burning effigy. Devils, spirits, boogie men. Gods. Heaven, bliss, beauty. Thorns. The aftershock. Fear, loss, suicide. Break from the lies. Losing grip on all but the wreck and ruin. Pressing on pain, pressing on pain. Twisted souls. Heightened sorrow. Losing grip on all but the wreck and ruin. Pressing on pain, pressing on pain. Heaven, bliss, beauty. Thorns. Devils, spirits, boogie men. Gods.
In a room. Almost a cage. Heat spiralling, driven high. No time. And in a place, of human walls. Light draining, all sides. Cold fire. Washing over. Killing fast. Across the shoreline. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe." We keep screaming. On vile waters, illusions seethe in my veins. Chasing a time beyond all reason. Worn eyes. Self-missions enchained. A sudden cry, of tragic speed. Driven high. No time. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe, catastrophe," and time runs dry. We keep screaming, "Catastrophe, catastrophe," and time... Under the barren night wind. No sound, no tensions let go. Hunting like a machine-animal. Unbound. Whatever the toll. A sacred vice. Cruel seeds. Draining light. Hellfire.
On a path of ash ahead, frail breath in a halogen sky, wire hands clutch the wheel, residue fuel on overdrive. A thrust of steel at the day's wake. Storm, wind, fire. Levelled faith. Without voice or symphony, shutter stole your identity, a bloodbath on parade, snuffed out on every frame. What is, and what can't be real? Alive? Or picture screen? What is, and what can't be real? Rely on terror. Serenity. A bloodbath on parade, snuffed out on every frame. What is, and what can't be real? Alive? Or video screen? Blood red carnival.