in sacrificial rite The hallowed altar burns my flesh once more tonight Mary, sweet lady of pain Always alone Blind you search for the truth I see myself in you, parallel lives
: Waiting for the feeling to subside, Paranoid, I melt into myself. They say I'm to reach inside and find the broken part of my machinery. Psychoanalyze
turn away From the eyes of a stranger Afraid to know what Lies behind the stare [Lies behind my stare] How many times must I live this tragedy How many
: Empty room today And here I sit Chalk outline upon the wall I remember tracing it A thousand times, the night she died. Why? (Why?) There's no sleep
me) If you open your mind for me You won't rely on open eyes to see The walls you built within Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin Living
: Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Too bad, people say
: I awoke on impact Under surveillance from the camera eye Searching high and low The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime Handcuffed and blind
: I ain't no Romeo. I'm just the man for you. Holding out as secrets travel, they kind of get to you. Everybody says that it could've been something
: Every time I leave You say you won't be there. And you're always there. Every time I cry your name at night, you pull close and say it's alright. I
: Today is just the same as any other day to me. Walking wall to wall to pass the time, I picture what it's like on the other side. Because I'm here
: When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense, and when words can't hide their anger or intent. I feel it in my bones and in my head, can'
: Hey, are you okay? Better luck on another day. This path some weren't meant to follow. You're curious I can see, always looking behind the trees.
: Don't slam the door, on your way out Don't leave without saying goodbye. Another long distance night alone, you leave me wanting, always leave me wanting
: Iced over, close your eyes. Whisper the flame, it takes us higher. Seems our world is closing around. When I'm inside you, you bring me to sacred
: Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness. Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit of circling panes of glass that surround and
: (Instrumental)
: Hanging by a thread, problems in my head, don't know what I said, living to be dead on the run. Corporation greed, television need, overdose and bleed
[...continued] Religion and sex are powerplays Manipulate the people for the money they pay Selling skin, selling God The numbers look the same on their