Once in a lifetime, ten thousand years old I should've known only you'd be so bold The hunger calls for the feeding The feeding calls for us all Once in a lifetime, ten thousand years old I should've known only you'd be so bold The hunger calls for the feeding The feeding calls for us all
Can you tell me where we start over? Can you tell me where the end begins? Can you tell me why the crucifix is on the floor (Can you tell me why?) And the losers always seem to win?
Places never meant to find The faintest glimpse of keyhole light Reveals a figure's finger beckoning Wagers placed into the fire Beyond the threshold of desire From forced hands comes a final reckoning Leave the illusion behind
Can you tell me where we start over? Can you tell me where the end begins? Can you tell me why the crucifix is on the floor (Can you tell me why?) And the losers always seem to win? Can you tell me where we start over? Can you tell me where the end begins? Can you tell me why the crucifix is on the floor (Can you tell me why?) And the losers always seem to win?
Can you tell me where we start over? Can you tell me where the end begins? Can you tell me why the crucifix is on the floor (Can you tell me why?) And the losers always seem to win?
Places never meant to find The faintest glimpse of keyhole light Reveals a figure's finger beckoning Wagers placed into the fire Beyond the threshold of desire From forced hands comes a final reckoning Leave the illusion behind With the illusion divide
If nothing feels like you wanted, wanted it to Does no one realize we've fallen, fallen into We'll recreate tomorrow And please you with our sorrow And plead the end to swallow us whole, swallow us whole If life cannot contain us And dying cannot save us We'll reach the end within our soul If nothing feels like you wanted, wanted it to (Wanted it to) Does no one realize we've fallen, fallen into
Compositores: Steve R Felton, Ryan Christopher Farrell (Dr Farrell), Stephen John Rauckhorst ECAD: Obra #25630847