…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…You have the life like schoolbook, this is a new thing, like in harry potter rooms, you dont know, what happens next, you have the room for new kind of violance. You have the attantion, of your show, who really wants…

…past Elvenpath (Long ago, the early years of the Second Age The great Elven smiths forged the Rings of power) As I return to my room And as sleep takes me by my hand Madrigals from the woods Carry me to neverland In…

…Heaven ablaze in our eyes, We're standing still in time. The blood on our hands is the wine, We offer as sacrifice. Come on, and show them your love. Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, my love. Rip out…

…Its like a reflection, the motions are so, in surface, you dont like your company, she is icy, like a stone. you have a mans life, its not like mother and child, you get bored easily, looking for fun, to seek something…

…Ridin′ on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along…

…you and I, we're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.. Whit you, I'm alive... Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide…