Oh what webs we unfold at the end of the world.
Life was cruel at the end of your rifle.
So with pride on my side and plans to bury you alive,
With the Carnivals Clowns and the Lions.
All the games I had rigged, like the Suicide Bridge
Where I'd take you and wait for a while.
All the sad long goodbyes and fake alibis
You would buy new or used, without passion.
Well you are by one as your poor souls awake,
But still no sound their lips to make.
As our twisted souls rise from cold, old Earth.
These are fruits of all our work.
So I wrote "Goodbye" on the mirror by the light.
It was thundering and lighting.
It was the middle of the night.
Did these are the roads that we're already been down?
In your imagination you see a face for love.
Someone to come along with, instead of coming on and on.
Is there ever anybody out there?
But your mummy didn't love you and your daddy didn't care.
They left you with a good friend, left you hanging in the air.
Was there was anybody out there?
Now all those frozen hours melted into time.
Left with the reflection in the mirror of your mind.
Sometimes you hear voices, you hear voices in your hall.
You wake up and you're screaming 'cause
There's no one there at all.
These are the roads that we're already been down.
These are the roads that we're already been down.
A horrible hardened soul.
Got plenty of money, though what it's worth you just don't know.
So listen to me now. This could be our shinning hour, based on all that mad deceit.
But horrible hearts exposed, watching as the money goes.
Still what it's worth you just don't know, but I deceived you so long.
Bye Bye.
Life was cruel at the end of your rifle.
So with pride on my side and plans to bury you alive,
With the Carnivals Clowns and the Lions.
All the games I had rigged, like the Suicide Bridge
Where I'd take you and wait for a while.
All the sad long goodbyes and fake alibis
You would buy new or used, without passion.
Well you are by one as your poor souls awake,
But still no sound their lips to make.
As our twisted souls rise from cold, old Earth.
These are fruits of all our work.
So I wrote "Goodbye" on the mirror by the light.
It was thundering and lighting.
It was the middle of the night.
Did these are the roads that we're already been down?
In your imagination you see a face for love.
Someone to come along with, instead of coming on and on.
Is there ever anybody out there?
But your mummy didn't love you and your daddy didn't care.
They left you with a good friend, left you hanging in the air.
Was there was anybody out there?
Now all those frozen hours melted into time.
Left with the reflection in the mirror of your mind.
Sometimes you hear voices, you hear voices in your hall.
You wake up and you're screaming 'cause
There's no one there at all.
These are the roads that we're already been down.
These are the roads that we're already been down.
A horrible hardened soul.
Got plenty of money, though what it's worth you just don't know.
So listen to me now. This could be our shinning hour, based on all that mad deceit.
But horrible hearts exposed, watching as the money goes.
Still what it's worth you just don't know, but I deceived you so long.
Bye Bye.