5. Nothing Left
All good things have ended now
my voice no longer speaks out loud
I'm silent and cold within
my options silenced by your skin
Wrapped me in your deadly sins
for I am the one who's line is thin
I've begged for you to leave me be
I've begged for you to set me free
I won't leave you alone
you whisper, and your breath is sweet
You are mine to the core of the bone
You are mine, head to feet
I'm stranded in the corner now
you stand above me tall and proud
I'm drooling and spinning around
tried to get out, but somehow found
Your bars are in my window
Your hands are on the knob
Your voice inside my head
Your coldness in my bed
I am left here on my own
still you have not left me alone
Your ghost is in my pathway
Your words are in my telephone
I won't leave you alone
you whisper, and your breath is sweet
You are mine to the core of the bone
You are mine, head to feet
9. Remnant Song
In tune, the final June
the oceans overflow
Deranged, the deserts range
to mankind's final show
So soon, the final goon
the darkest hole is full
Insane, collect in vane
The finest carven scull
...and bones are all
nothing is left
The waves still fall
and bones are all
Why run from skeleton
the fallen Mother earth
All gone, the final son
and death to follow birth
10. Fading
What is one without the other?
nigh5t to feed the light of day
Like a child deprived of mother
ears to hear and tongue to say
What is dry if wet was never?
evil feeds onwhat is good
Like a fish on land forever
understand the understood
Why does it feel like I'm fading
and why is that every time I try to make contact
they turn the other way?
What is the true code of behaving
when the minds aren't true to the words that they say?
...I don't know
What am I without my sorrow?
darkness does contain my soul
Like the cries of pain I borrow
The exit I enter, where is my soul?
The exit I enter, where is my soul?
Don't you think the time has come to look back?
To see what you have done, and what waits up the track?
Don't you think the time has come, to realise your dreams?
before the one track mind becomes the cracking of the seams
When your the eyes become sore from the hourglass sand
When your tears are no more, together with your promised land