| The Road to Hell In the time spring takes to change to fall We lose the power to recall The rocky downward path of the slow descent to hell Each wooden cross in my mind's eye Will mark the spot at which we lie The ashes of our hopes and dreams as they all burned and fell Bleed our conscience drip by drip The balance from the scales will tip And languish on the rocks of our lost common ground Stare down the length of the shotgun barrel Beware the claws of this predatory animal Jagged edges leaving scars that will too soon be found In spite of signals that we send All we're left with in the end In the cold clear light, the bitter truth that we are still alone And in the end, lest we forget The sun beneath the earth will set Let darkness claim this troubled mind for her very own |
| Call for the Dead Many wrongs won't make a right To span the chasm of this night Not so blinded by the light Truth is never had the sight To face the coming of the day Ghost that just won't go away Missing link that's here to stay With total recall I must pay For these days of future past Memories long shadows cast Pain comes flooding back too fast Mayfly splendour couldn't last Lost overture, rejection suite This bitter pill I have to eat The one who sweeps you off your feet Will leave you lonely, incomplete So spineless and sublime My favourite waste of time Sure foundations undermine And crucify all things divine |