. Rain on my parade. My confidence is soaked. Laughter has now lost all of its sincerity. Emptiness persists. I've never felt this much anger. A silent
All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through
glance A dreamer back in paradise A dancer lost in trance Every word you said still echoes in my ears When I close my eyes I still hear every noise I
sweet sounds of singing Just a silent room where tears won't dry Life is sad when people hurt you Sad when friends desert you Sad when dreams get lost
In this house of gloom and glory I'm living now and tell my story I've sold my soul, I've lived a lie Come and hear my silent cry In the silence of
share And now we're lost in wilderness Lost,crying in the wilderness And if anyone's watching it seems they couldn't care less We're lost wilderness
of silent dreams) Brought back from centuries, creations seen the colossal rains mortal spirits drained Can this be real, what the frozen rains reveal You'll never walk again (hear
Kneel on the ground and pray to the Lord But will he hear your prayers Will hear your call, As you sit in the church And the madman speaks... Listen with
can call mine? For years I have waded through bland mediocrity, watched my hopes sink in a mire of negation. Yet why pay the cost for a paradise lost
there is a place in hell for you for each minute suffered, for each day survived paradise lost to heavens and hells have we emerged as that fallen grace
. Classified. Keep in line. You're doing fine. Lost your voice? There ain't no choice. Play the game. Silent and tame. Be the passive observer, sit back
sweet sounds of singing, Just a silent room where tears won't dry. Life is sad when people hurt you, sad when friends desert you, Sad when dreams get lost
for the ones I lost Midnight in paradise, grief away goes my hope I cried for the ones I lost Hear my prayers Climbing on the clouds above Silent cry
I have Now I knew that paradise is where I?m heading at I had a debt I could not pay Your love broke through took it away I once was lost now I?m found
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
Rain on my parade. My confidence is soaked. Laughter has now lost all of its sincerity. Emptiness persists. I've never felt this much anger. A silent