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Eyes Of Glass
03:58
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Across an ocean of agony
Through the swirling smoke I see you turn and look back at me
Your eyes of glass light the sky
I’m revived in the rain of tears that you cry
I watch their souls depart through the barren land
The shards of my shattered heart cradled in your hands
As you breathe it all comes back to me
As you breathe it all comes back to me
Kiss me and heal me
Touch me, feel me
In your foggy glass eyes
We’ll shine and never die
I watch their souls depart through the barren land
The shards of my shattered heart cradled in your hands
As you breathe it all comes back to me
As you breathe it all comes back to me
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Eros In The Dark
03:26
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In the land of the damned, buried underneath the sand
There’s a brand on my hand that tells me who I am
In your head or in your room, in your bed or in your tomb
In the warmth of your cocoon, there is never any room for me
Gets so cramped, living in your head
On the walls are faces of the dead
Sound of laughter from beyond the grave
Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
Because you’re a slave
Be it day or be it night, be it wrong or be it right
Be it any way you like, just don’t be it anywhere in my sight
Time is speeding, time is slowing, time isn’t even really going
Time is just a way of showing all the wasted space that you take up
Gets so cramped, living in your head
On the walls are faces of the dead
Sound of laughter from beyond the grave
Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
Because you’re a slave
In the eyes of the minotaur
The high tide of a sea of blood stains the shore
As we see, we create, we create a world of hate
Then we live in this world in a comatose state
Then we choose to walk through the barbed and shackled gate
Then we use what we lose to control our fate
Eros in the dark
Eros in your lovely darkness
Your arrows pierce my heart
Adds another scar to my collection
In the land of the damned, buried underneath the sand
There’s a brand on my hand that tells me who I am
Time is speeding, time is slowing, time isn’t even really going
Time is just a way of showing all the wasted space that you take up
Gets so cramped, living in your head
On the walls are faces of the dead
Sound of laughter from beyond the grave
Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
Because you’re a slave
In the eyes of the minotaur
The high tide of a sea of blood stains the shore
As we see, we create, we create a world of hate
Then we live in this world in a comatose state
Then we choose to walk through the barbed and shackled gate
Then we use what we lose to control our fate
Eros in the dark
Eros in your lovely darkness
Your arrows pierce my heart
Adds another scar to my collection
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