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The tears,the crying,this world is dying,
and all I can picture is black.
The lack,the sorrow,denuding the morrow,
somehow it always comes back.
The distance,I âm further away from you now,
drifting apart from my world.
This venture I âve started,rejecting it all,
I âll never let go of my word.
Clinging to fragments,pieces and segments,
never have I been alone.
You âve always been there,feeding my strength,
always been there,at arms length,
always been there,feeding my strength...
What I âve become,the person I am,
stands taller than most of you all,
the goals I set out to achieve in this world,
I âve faced them now,both big and small.
The tears,the crying,please stop your lying,
and skip all your empty promises.
The lack,the sorrow,denuding our morrow,
but somehow,it cannot get darker than this.
The world,still at arms length...
- Album:
- Still At Arms Length
- How Would You Like To Be Spat At
- 25th Hour; Bleeding
- Miscellaneous
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 11
- Metal Hammer #156: Peaceville: Loud, Proud, Punk & Metal
- Red Flags
- Gothic Spirits 5
- Sonic Seducer: Cold Hands Seduction, Volume 26
- Second and Last, But Not Always
- New Dark Classics
- Rock/Prog
- Peaceville Presents... Rock / Prog
- Second and Last, But Not Always (single)
- Metallian Sampler n°27
- Hard Rock #70
- Peaceville - Best of 2006
- Overture