suffering My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation A struggle all in vain we're both the same (A withering soul torn by the attempts
a discordant system We accept the nails we're fed Lies sharpened to bleed us silent Muted from the pains Defiance employed in vain Any attempts to
dead weight, reclaiming what's ours Taking each moment with force again No crosses to bear, no time to be wasted A fearless approach to oppression A
motion Rhythms moving, all naturally A sleeping world, just waiting A tired world A sleeping world, just waiting A tired world A phone is ringing in the distance A
Britney's larynx at the age of nine Watch me try justify my verbal diarrhea diatribe In a vain attempt to coincide with a beat to which brains get tenderized
me weak So I guess this sadness is my eternity I know that if we'd never met I'd have a smile on my face But if given a choice I'd endure the
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
you die and feed off your lies Confessions in vain, you're destined to fail Anguish took hold on your neck Indecent behaviour Doomed to a fate sealed in red Attempting
to vain attempts sent only to pepetuate on selfish little world you wont see what I've become You'll wait and watch and still your only let down a violent
felt a need And you seemed to feel it necessary to make me see That I was wrong and you were right And that all my attempts were in vain But I was pretty
[A. Ayreon's fate] AYREON DESPERATELY ATTEMPTS TO CONVINCE MERLIN OF HIS SINCERITY, BUT MERLIN WON'T HEAR OF IT AND CASTS HIS SPELL ON POOR AYREON. [
of man who'd make a choice For if I hold my tongue I'll never lose my voice If each attempted act of sabotage destroys all hope I won't be needing a rope
and joins Hell Taken sweetness drowns in the waves of anger Track of the White is lost, no destination Smile went ashy pale - a vain attempt to scare
devils at your heels Reach up and try to tip the scales. Waking from a dream You see it's all been Done without you. And every vain attempt to make
never be averted Each tormented attempt that is made in vain To evade this debt which is certain to be paid Without question is met with a counter clocked
of bitter loss Broken in two Subtle vain attempts Falling your demise Hated worth content with loss Utopia denied Falling your demise You'll never clutch a
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few And even those they tend to be wasted You have taken pride in a life form that you think you know
for all of our years. In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards as a sparkle of vain mockery, in these pained attempts of self alleviation
