Here's a crippled princess . . . The people would have died for her had she shown any goodness But behind her wheelchair she kept all that she needed
by the unconscious third Living on Paradox Drive, We must be living on Paradox Drive. We must be living on Paradox Drive. We must be living on Paradox
Thoughts through the window Of my mind's eye Bring another slice of terror Yet away with my fears I cross this pitiful world's end Drawn to the mortification
The story that I'm telling you Something that you can do Ask yourself and try to find the answer See the signs they're always there But you know you
paradoxe stille paradoxe stille - die zeit erstick im farbenrausch paradoxe stille - die zeit verliert ihren halt im raum paradoxe stille - die zeit erstick im farbenrausch paradoxe
Bite your tongue until it bleeds This pain is worth more than what you have to say Swallow your pride because silence is golden And I wouldn't pay a penny
to live and die in this system I can't see the logic that we are taught Pleasure is attained through freedom Pain is the answer Try to escape from the body Welcome to the paradox
You are a paradox to me, a senseless maze I run around, I'm looking for you all of my days The more that you want it, the more that you need it Less
I'm on fire Burning with the question in my mind Strange desire Seems there's nothing else for me to find 'Cause I've been here, and I've been there
These solemn words whispered in a haze Could you even see me standing there? All wrapped up in insecurities that Won't stop spilling out all over me
[Music and lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS] Wading through your blood, an immense pool of innocence. Your picture; it remains for a lifetime. The
flowers grow A silent scream that hurts my ears A friendly word that causes fears That's what we are We live in the age of the paradox man In riddles
??? to violent ??? I tried to find my own ??? And I'll rule ??? And create a perfect race ??? The voices I here are trying to conrol me Need to clean
being dealt an unfair deck? don't you feel that spectral noose tightening around your neck? scholarly path or poverty's wrath. pick you poison paradox
[How the events of the 13th century are remembered today, and does it really have any boaring on today's society] A country splintered by religion Torn
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[The thinking of the knights and mercenaries as they fought the Cathars, how they were paid for forty days at a time] Before the sun goes down they'll
[A short poem about the Castle that was home to the lyricists during writing of this album] 700 years of cold nights it's been there 700 years of power
