Take aim at your promised land Where would you be without it? Destroy your legacy so grand No peace will halt your vengeance And so again, what makes
Up in the attic, down on my knees Lifetimes of boxes, timeless to me Letters and photographs, yellowed with years Some bringing laughter, some bringing
As our faith bleeds into day This feeble dream is born As dark as winter's voice As silent as the rain A place is found within Where hearts are formed
Someone's laughing somewhere As the saints come marching in Pitter patter, splitter splatter Your faith is wearing thin Promise of a new day Brings compulsion
Walls covered in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a
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Arnold Layne had a strange hobby Collecting clothes moonshine washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view, see through
Instrumental
Last night I had too much to drink Sitting in a club with so many fools Playing to rules Trying to impress but feeling rather empty I had another drink
Wasting my time Resting my mind and I'll never pine For the sad days and the bad days When we was workin' from nine to five And if you don't mind I'll
I was standing by the Nile When I saw the lady smile I would take her out for a while For a while Oh, my tears wept like a child How her golden hair
Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of
Desecrating - digging up th grave I search in the coffins for my loathsome preys Recollections of a macabre work Fragments of the corpses in my private
[Hallstattian Swords 7" (unreleased till now)] [Instrumental]
(Bob Farrell, Brown Bannister, Amy Grant) Up in the attic Down on my knees Lifetimes of boxes Timeless to me Letters and photographs Yellowed with years
Can I retrace my steps? Walk backwards through the years to the one I used to be? Blow the dust from the antiquated memories? I can't see clearly through
[Music & lyrics: Mieszko A. Talarczyk] Take aim at your promised land Where would you be without it? Destroy your legacy so grand No "peace" will halt
