Tekst :

Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.
I simply watch, your little life from high above.
Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,
Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,
I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.

There s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.

Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden.
I m beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.
Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate.
I ll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake.

There s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.

The black-eyed bird is dying,
The queen is dead,
She ll never step foot in Eden.

There s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.

Tekst :

Darkest light
Illuminate
All the things
I love to hate
Contradict
Myself and then
Do it all
Once again
Walking tall
Feeling small
Lonely but
Won t take that call
I contradict
Myself and then
Wonder why
I do it all again

[CHORUS]

You can t escape
Contradiction is the nature of the way we live
And you can t get out
Contradiction is the nature of the way we give
Well it s just a fact
Contradiction is the structure in which we live
And you can t get out
The contradiction

Flying higher
On the floor
More is less
And less is more
This is our
Reality
I am you
And you are me
Negative
So positively
Take my time
But do it suddenly
I contradict
Myself and then
Wonder why
I do it all again

[CHORUS]

Holding back
Pushing on
Staying put
Soon be gone
Telling lies
Truthfully
Our eyes are wide
But we don t see
Walking tall
Feeling small
Lonely but
Won t take that call
I contradict
Myself and then
Wonder why
I do it all again

[CHORUS]

Darkest light
Illuminate
All the things
I love to hate
Flying high
On the floor
More is less and less is more

Tekst :

(not much need)
Distraught wake up in sweat
something is very different no water hot or cold walk out in the street
greet the morning gun battles needless no need to understand in
a foreign land with gun in hand killing is respected a way of showing
faith in a country s need to exercise death penalities where were you
now in the chair to burn twenty years ago killing red in nam who
is worse when war is far away not much for sympathy a number count
of casualties return so burned with nothing left to learn murder now invigorates
the unwashed bloody hands kill again let the family burn
do little to comfort anguishing no decision could ever warrant
this war is just a childrens game no pretending dead why? dear god whom
we project its useless killing children to satisfy the arms budgets
who walks right or left a child won t give a damn nations arise to reason
the conceptions threatened for economic steps is it time to shut down
and lay to rest the bomb that servant suicide object worshipped
like a god be there now blown clear the human race what use is there of
figures the wrote wordless statistic names and numbers now seem out
of place a paper representating life blowing down the street kill again

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