The crowd came to silence The spotlights are shining A tale has to be told In any age All the world is a stage A play will now begin There once was
. policy hands in everything Our intervention ends in destruction Collateral damage, the pack is rabid Foaming at the mouth awaiting the feast Your silence Your silence
All tears restrained for years Their grief is confined Which destroys my mind An ode to their plight is this dirge Some yearn for lugubrious silence
My throat falls numb from the Endless execution of contempt's song It fails to follow suit in silence even now I can hear every word, leave this place
big heart beat, yeah I think you are the sweetest thing I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud I've been having good days Think we are the right age
night He wants to make it right Calling out of somewhere Voices in the shadows Calling out of someplace Moving one by one Says he had sons, all about my age
town But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ira And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir His voice was cracked and broken age
(Hoglan) You tell me What will become of us? Are the lines so drawn and the stage so set That as we age what remains is burdened sufferance? My mortality
You start to feel the cold now you believe the tales you being told. He's here he's at your door, The grim reaper's son we can't ignore The age of ruin
When she needs a public apology silence will do up in an ugly room everybody dances Soul train college policeman Man, it's the age stars and stripes
we go And we go and we go Our blooded trace The jester race Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age That speak of silence and silence alone Offering
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful Age A Forest was Seen yet Impossible to Gaze Through Within only a few Trees all Sound Devoured Even the Open
You live in danger tonight The age of rock Roarin' like thunder Age of rock One step from the edge Age of rock Deadly as the viper Age of rock Busted
Dawning is now a predicted age We're overpopulated rats in a cage Slowly our freedom begins to erode Governmental hypocrisy is bestowed It is often
feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age
In an age when the earth was born deep in the black maw of eternity's void I commanded them - abysmal creatures, my minions, to prepare our rise. Neither
trucker'd been cheating for years. He lived on back highways and unpatrolled byways, with only his conscience to hear. He made his first run at the age
up Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up Dear readers, my apologies I'm drifting in and out of sleep Long silence presents the tragedies of Love, note the age
