| SHADOW PROJECT � DREAMS FOR THE DYING STATIC JESUS Fear the people With your back Against the light With your face Inside my life� I can strike out at you Wheels are running over you With this light I cannot see Wills are tearing into me I�ts wounded your fear But it�s changed in ways That static jesus He doesn�t hear Fear all people you cannot see Feel the people inside of me Where is the moon tonight? It�s so quiet Where is the moon tonight? It�s very cold And it�s very old It�s very blood of blood Static jesus,fear me now Static jesus,fear me now They run around They stick it in his blood It�s his blood Now you are eating Eating of his own flesh His blood His flesh It�s so cold Broken wing grace,I called out for you Once Broken wing grace,I called out for you Twice Broken wing grace,I called out for you Three times Broken wing grace,I called out for you Four times Broken wing grace,I called out for you Five times Where are you? DAYS OF GLORY If you cry by the riverside No one will know If you hide in the shadow You will be ignored If I hold my life in my hands No one will understand If I should die before I wake I�d like to make the reason know If you stand on hollowed ground Shadow boxing with your soul They�ll be nothing left for you to hold Your fears release control Devil at your door step And I sayd:�God oh mighty laugh out loud� So now there�s devils at your door step Well I said:�God oh mighty laugh out loud� Hung of all fours Swing low from the mouth piece It�s your only home hung far below That�s all that the end brings Your all alone Now we are passing over This mornful character pales Moving still bodies of the dead In our glory days Now we�ve had it all else fades Now we�ve had it in our� If I hold my life in my hands No one will understand If I should die before I wake I�d like to make the reason know Devils at your door step And I sayd:�God oh mighty laugh out loud� So now there�s devils at your door step Well I said:�God oh mighty laugh out loud� It your only home you left all alone Now we are passing over This mornful character pales Moving still bodies of the dead In our glory days Now we�ve had it all else fades Now we�ve had it in our� If you cry by the riverside no one will know. FUNERAL RITES (WITH EQUESTRIAN SYMPHATIES) Secret newsreel-prepare communication: white, enamel cages slowly bury sorrow in brain dead fever time separates God from the hanger-on death to the faithful! death to the faithful! death to the faithful! A month entres beneath Distant fingers Hung on the brass Ornament claws Illumination ruptures Skin slowly metal Child world/the Clap Battered old ones Demigods fall wearly downward Winter in the tower walls Heaven knows where this dream lay buried Heaven knows where this dream may fall Who lives on the fifth floor funeral Safe in equestrian symphaty? A muse demanding to be judjed in utter silence? Bitter mystery Soul of barbed wire, crowned with dust I hardly know my brother Cleared up-laid to rest This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea See? And all the sorrow of the days Shall hold their grace against the grey Of simple mockery on display Of one another�s price to pay Roses scattered-Love decays And the funeral rites begin As a frozen, charmless grin Wipes the smile from off his face Upon his memories disgrace Lingering mark-his last mistake Secret newsreel prepare communication: double reunion, least we forget body wise filth words formed in seedless baptism plague of flesh and the rock bleeds red, it bleeds red defecate salvation upon presumptive fathers green hands prey inside frustration let us therefore come boldly unto grace fear not o, the heavenly chimes, they are singing! Resounding, deafening, screaming Question then the question of reason Skin baptized in treason Body lies still A vision less mind dwells within Body wise filth Union of dismantled dreams made flesh Torn asunder in this nightmare mesh we call life No salvation for you brother No salvation for you brother So merchants of the sacred heart Obscured by clouds Testaments of fire and stone Hold the earth-cracked and frail Green skull, a dark, elaborated mind Chocking lines to this smothered corpse Great mystery revealed Secret newsreel-prepare communication ZANED PEOPLE Well, you can beg and plea Yes, you can beg and plea, for the end Give me please, give me your inside out. Give me please� Dissatisfaction, a chemical imbalance Nails graze the hands not the feet Immediate reaction. Every glance a new horror in willing suffocation. Neck twisted, new cadence not missing a beat tread water. Slow foot steps there is no season of birth. I am out on a limb wich is broken hanging Ambulance of nightmares my last words I shall fuck myself to death! I shall fuck myself to death! I shall fuck myself to death! So say the wise man, blind man. God evil, God evil God damn the hand that feeds me. I am waiting, I have waited, ever waiting for the end. You sparing me, your keeping me inside Keeping me inside, no room to hide Open up and stick it up. Pick up on your own insides There are flames that melt the air Zaned people left to dare�.. Ever one out!ever doubt ever pondered Every thought ground to dust I must, I must, I must trust the distrusted Mistrusted element of life My eyes have seen the light, have chosen darkness, prefer darkness Find peace in darkness�.sometimes This world holds no image of thruth No semblance of those truly living I am outside myself, beside myself with grief Signs of disaster, they follow me, follow me; self inflicted wounds I know best. And the rest inside rotting, forgotten Yet I am free Give me please, give me your inside out Give me please, give me your inside out I mend, I bend shattered fragment The dream has no stopped, stop, stop The child is aware, pushed from the womb Warm welcome, medicinal freedom, false entrance Doors blocked bolted, molten figures of the dead I have buried the child, long forgotten this grave memory Solemn silence, the end must end And so the world is flat retraced, fractured to eyes of thieves Or those who believe I am scared, I am crowned, I am bound by the robes of freedom I bequeath the dream to those who still feel it Feel it, Feel it, feel it And Gods eye is as one with Satans In the twinkling of an eye the dream is born Dreams carry death in blood stream awareness Fear not for death is but a dream THY KINGDOM COME Gentle branches made of gold Whirl of white of night entomb Be not said in thought Your thoughts one day will cease It dose not matter how or why Gentle branches shall unfold the. Our father, who art in heaven Hollow be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy widsom spun in surgery and circumcision Thy kingdom come Thy vision hung in sanity and in derision May your circle be unwoven And the minds of children scorn your plans Refuse your hand Thy kingdom come Thy widsom spun, thy will be done May your circle be unwoven By and bt lord Bye bye NIGHT STALKER It ticks way deep below this urge, this feeling fascinate my souls I�ve got this feeling way deep below Breaking the limit breaking the limit, the father he goes Breaking the limit the father he goes Richard, do you realize Richard, you�ve got me hypnotized Richard, look into my eyes, see me on your side He�s the knight stalker, he�s the knight stalker He�s a sleek black tom cat sneaking your way He don�t need a weapon, he does it for a laugh He won�t say a word, his eyes will pierce you back Richard, you�ve got all the power with no compromise Richard, time is ticking, ticking, seven years, Satans alibi He�s the knight stalker, he�s the knight stalker Some live to say some of them tell lies Richard how bout that one, What was traped behind zazaros eyes Did you ever realize what a strange appetite Stick that knife in then kiss them good night Richard, I�m completely paralyzed The web you spin, those piercing eyes Richard, that cold, cold glass I feel them starting behind my back Richard, you so� He�s the knight stalker, he�s the knight stalker I want to speak to mr.R.R.wound he have spare me Would he have pulled his gun out if I was on my knee Hell rip you up, he�ll stick it in Yea, you�ve got the stuff Richard �your welcome please come in� Richard have you ever cried Go on cry through my eyes Did you realize they want you crucified He�s the knight stalker, he�s the knight stalker Who will play God this time You think you�ll destroy me It�s not so simple, no no� For this flesh, I am deeper than hell It�s only a body I still have my soul Do you? HOLDING YOU CLOSE I wish I was a coffin to holding you close I wish I was a coffin to let you know I wish I was a coffin under the ground I wish I was a coffin to carry you around After my life goes into your death After my knife goes into your chest After my hands go round your neck After my life I wish I was a coffin after you go I wish I was a coffin to hold you close I wish I was a coffin under the ground I wish I was a coffin instead of your dirt After my life goes your death After my knife goes into your chest After my hands go round your neck After my life, a love you forget Say ten sins at heavens gate Jesus cried for you� LORD OF THE FLIES I am afraid of the dark Because that�s where I live A body without meaning My own disfigured limbs I shall not speak of fear But something far beyond it A world wich i�ve created But in wich I cannot live A light surrounds my coffin Where the meeting of two worlds collide No skeleton to offer, hung upon a cross I have doomed myself to stay forever paralyzed The death of dreams creation Lord of the flies This tomb we call the earth cannot recify The nothingnss of being Lord of the flies Ties that will blind you unto me in death and in sleep This is plague, the withered flesh Of souls who have stopped searching Never will you rest Perhaps I am speaking from under a veil My heart and I lay bleeding Tears of angels who have failed Children, come and take me by the hand Then you will learn to understand That fire is fire and sand is sand Come take me by the hand Lost in a thought called freedom I seek a form of escape, I wake alone and weeping To find my features erased This is plague, the withered flesh Of souls who have stopped searching Never will you rest This is the world in wich we live The darkened path on wich we crawl Never to rise We climb only to fall THE CIRCLE AND THE CROSS The great day of his wrath is come And who wlii be able to stand Thus I saw the horse in a vision Out of his mouth issued fire and brimstone And I beheld and heard an angel singing For the great day of his wrath is come Cast their crowns before the throne Unto you I say, you are worthy And I will kill the child with death And I will give them the morning star Dost thou not judge and avenge us in blood A crown of glory that not fadeth away For thy pleasure they are and created Insight like unto an emerald King of Kings and Lord of Lords There should be no more pain Neither sorrow nor death For these former things have passed away |