my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more
the hardest New from the street, same beat, different artist Mans on road dey like grrrr heartless Gigs dun killed it but ima merkk dis regardless Walk in the party, girls brushing past
west to feel The sun, the air, her dreams, the perfect sky Now maybe everything will be alright We'll take it one step back just to kill subtle time
invented myself; I have created myself; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream
[Music & Lyrics: Aydan] Stand before the new born kind There is a song, taken far by the winds A rhyme of poets, a melody Wrapped in a dream The elvensong
[Fantine is lying in a hospital bed, deliriously dreaming of her daughter Cosette] [FANTINE] Cosette, it's turned so cold Cosette, it's past your bedtime
't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past
leaders start gawking at yet another Real conceived green fetus beating parallel sterile fixture Urgent, the serge is like venom and over kill, kill, kill, kill
glass and his life slipped away Just a memory, once like a dream Everyone looked down at the star of the team And he drank to forget about the past
away What would happen if we kissed? Would your tongue slip past my lips? Would you run away? Would you stay? Or would I melt into you? Mouth to mouth Would your tongue slip past
few more stars And rubs its tired eyes There?s a ticking of a clock, boys There?s one more hour to kill See, there?s a warrant out for the past?s arrest
to a dream of hell Lashing men to killing madness The song of war will cast it's spell In a twilight blue and shadowed As the faintest stars were born
sky, across the land, with a horse It felt like a sky and the land were divorced The way, it wasn't easy, a rock in the past So what's the matter with
Who wanna be large and forget who we are Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars 'Cuz stars
hem Free from beasts and skewered me My dreams unroll ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul The stars I
Act I: The Death of Balder Autumn came to an end And the first snow began to fall Balder's face was clouded The dreams of warning had called His mother
can't see all the colours Sometimes the blood of faith stains our hands...and paints the soil of unholy Kill...or be killed... For your roots...and this
heirloom to a basket queen And all the blisters in our fevered And only silence killed my dreams If you want he'll give you slippers Shoot an arrow on past