…Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams But he wouldn't listen to the…

…heart And drag me into sunlight (So awake) For your greed As you're slaying the dreamer Swansong, for the Wish of Night God it hurts, give a name to the pain Our primrose path to hell is growing weed (Put a stake) Through…

…Where do you waste your time, do you have a good love, do you just play with kids. Have you just became, like the people in the crazy horse, where you go to meat people, to afterwork. Its an after work place, you can…