it was ll in the rain it was in her eyes tears dropped in anguish and distress in the nerves of pain was boiling the warmth of grace we run against the tide severed with the losses of logic love left me unimpressed i keep on walking the path of tragedy let me attend let me represent my muse lays dead down on the brimstone row wounded night let your children descend arteries cut, now let the inspirations flow we run against the tide severed with the losses of logic love left me unimpressed i keep on walking the path of tragedy before the last breath -inhale before the final d**h -exhale can you live with the lie and still keep your faith? did you think you could fly without any damage done?
you can't beat the burden of the lonely so you'd open the gate? find yourself relevant in the world that is gone? did you think you could fly without any damage done? rain runs its tracks to the ground in which you'll eternally dwell "angels... they never existed my belief is not enough twisted to hold up such religious characters. what were you thinking of?" [Timothy Findley] a great stone by the tree details carved no candlelight beside for frozen rains look'd after that its fire would starve like the blaze she died no more run against the tide only the grandeur of abiding she keeps on lying beneath the trails of rain... lifeless.... silent