The hating and the waiting, hesitating I just want to be done with you Faking for the taking but I'm waking Up to the fact that you're lying and denying Justifying all the actions you take It's pathetic and poetic It's just sick It's just sick Is "compromise" something you don't understand? You force your hand but my eyes are wide open Caught in the web of your self serving plan Don't force my hand when my eyes are wide open Seeing is believing, now I'm leaving All the damage is done And you've broken any notion of trust Because you're lying and denying Justifying all the actions you take It's pathetic and poetic It's just sick It's just sick Is "compromise" something you don't understand? You force your hand but my eyes are wide open Caught in the web of your self serving plan Don't force my hand when my eyes are wide open Seeing is believing, now I'm leaving All the damage is done All the damage done All the damage done Is "compromise" something you don't understand? You force your hand but my eyes are wide open Caught in the web of your self serving plan Don't force my hand when my eyes are wide open Don't force my hand when my eyes are wide open Force my hand when my eyes are wide open You're lying and denying it's just sick You're lying and denying it's just sick It's just sick

When we face the final dagger We evolve And the old will be destroyed You call yourself a gravedigger man But you are just shoveling dirt No rest for the wicked you know Until we close our eyes at the end of the show Reroute Find a way to meet at the end Don't follow your inner hollow And leave the path unchained You're not in this alone Rooted from this black hole Take the Lead to the future I need Black Clover Shows me fortune and greed You say you elevate yourself But I can't see shit from up here No rest for the wicked you know Until we close our eyes at the end of the show Reroute Find a way to meet at the end Don't follow your inner hollow And leave the path unchained You're not in this alone Rooted from this black hole Bury all your seeds of anger Bite your tongue and pull the trigger Reroute Find a way to meet at the end Don't follow your inner hollow And leave the path unchained You're not in this alone Rooted from this black hole I wake up in the morning To a world that doesn't care Will I be remembered Or will I fade? This cold and dark existence Leaves a mark upon my grave Will I be remembered Or will I fade away? I won't fade away

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.

Talk, it's only talk Arguments, agreements, advice, answers Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker, bicker, bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Backtalk Talk, talk, talk, it's only talk Comments, clichés, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, it's all rhetoric Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialogue, duologue, diatribe Dissention, declamation Double-talk, double-talk Talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations It's all talk Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea Waves sweep the sand from my island My sunsets fade Field and glade wait only for rain Grain after grain love erodes my High weathered walls which fend off the tide Cradle the wind To my island Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o'er my island My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale Dissolves in the sun Love's web is spun, cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island Touch me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island Clutch sailor's words, pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore Equal in love, bound in circles Earth, stream and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island From me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea

Now in this faraway land Strange that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring, and the air's turning mild City lights and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends, do they know what I mean? Rain and the gathering green Of an afternoon out of town But, Lord, I had to go Trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me But now this better life Has brought a different understanding And through these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury My home was a place by the sand Cliffs and a military band Blew an air of normality

Oh they're touching They're touching each other, they're feeling They push and move And love each other, love each other They fit together like two hands Two hands I am a face In the painting on the wall I pose and shudder And watch from the foot of the bed Sometimes I think I can feel everything The wind is blowing My hair in their direction The wind is bending my hair There are no windows in the painting No open windows, no open windows, no Oh they're touching They're touching each other They push and move And they love each other, they love each other They fit together like two hands Two hands Two hands Two hands