Lurking shadows all arround, the curtain's up the lights are on there's a figure in the shades. White face, red nose but dark, sad eyes He has to go out
You know it's not the best thing to do, but I don't see another way cos you just make me blue, you know it's not the best thing to say, but I can't help
When the sentences start to fall down my back they'd like to crawl I don't care who's wrong or right, I don't want us here to fight I just wanna make
Do you see him standing there, crying for a love he hasn't found in a world which you won't stop from spinning round and round and round Goin' down
'been a long time baby, It's been lucky from the start, we've sworn to stay together but deep inside our hearts we both knew it could end someday, now
Empty walls are what you're staring at you try to sort it out but there's nothing in your head so try to feel it, try to feel it when you wake up to
You got me hooked without a clue, my wacky heart crashed into you feel your touch like velvet gloves - you said you'd never get enough hearts got
Nobody feels any pain; hearts are broken every day something else you like to talk about? As you stare out in the rain no one there to soothe your fright
Feeling trapped in what I call my home Waiting anxiously for things to come What exactly am I waiting for? Hangin' out is wasting time for free Seems
steel don't kill this world, it's the only place to live in harmony for the human race [CHORUS:] HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS
grip controls you all Resist me not, surrender I'll no compassion call (Tyrant) Capture of humanity (Tyrant) Conqueror of all (Tyrant) Hideous destructor (Tyrant
fodder Reign of terror. Enslave the nations - devastation! This is war - pull the trigger. One nation under their control Rise - the Tyrants rise! The enemy inside - the tyrants
gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry
of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam Circle of the Tyrants Days
No horizon is obscured by the clouds Settlements make nary a sound And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea While the bells of
Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire! Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir. Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene While
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon Giving treatment to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural To be born outside the womb? We eagerly
There are women in Cypress Grove And if they catch you, you don't go home So get to booking and don't look back A one way ticket on a two way track Two