It's your life, I just happen To be in it for a while Oh, you're lovin' me to death You're killin' me with kindness What's behind this sudden tenderness? You're lovin' me to death
This is a song called 'The circus of death' It tells the true story of a circus we met The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport
Where is the person that could have been Who, what took over, when did the end begin Should we not prepare for the uncertain Mysteries of our life, of
People of the earth beware It is here in human form An atrocity laced with greed Filled with evil intentions Ready to attack Look to the air for stories
scar Big words small mind Behind the pain you will find a scavenger Of human sorrow Scavenger Abstract theory The weapon of choice used by a scavenger Of human
There is a mask That covers up one's true intentions Once removed, things become very clear Analyze behavior patterns to see beneath The person that is
Born into darkness Where sounds portray the images that are out Out of reach from my sight Which has been denied Hands change into my eyes Body senses
Mysterious objects of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the
A condemning fear strikes down Things they cannot understand An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within Lies Laying your guilt and pain On people
Paid to obey Forced to be silent Human garbage To be destroyed Submit to darkness Forced to conform Human garbage To be destroyed
be silent Human garbage To be destroyed Submit to darkness Forced to conform Human garbage To be destroyed Your mind is dead Your thoughts are void Human
be the death of me. Love will be the death of humanity. But there's always hope... Was there ever hope? Will there ever be hope??? I'm your hostage, Till' death
This is a song called the Circus Of Death It tells the true story of a circus we met The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport
silent Human garbage To be destroyed Submit to darkness Forced to conform Human garbage To be destroyed Your mind is dead Your thoughts are void Human
Vertaling: Atramentous. Menslike Dood.
Vertaling: Dood. In menslike vorm.
Vertaling: Dood. Aasdier Of Human Sorrow.
