You make it hard to breathe It's as if I'm suffocating And when you're next to me I can feel your heartbeat through my skin It makes me sad to think This could all be for nothing I wish there was a way A way for you to see inside me I've never felt this way About anyone or anything, tell me What do I have to do, to make you happy? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you want me? But, if I can't make you want me What do I have to do? I know exactly what you're thinking But I swear this time I will not let you down I'm not as selfish as I used to be That was a part of me that never made me proud Right now I think I would try anything Anything at all to keep you satisfied God I hope you see what losing you would do to me All I want is one more chance, tell me What do I have to do, to make you happy? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you want me? But, if I can't make you want me Just tell me, tell me Can I, how can I, how can we? What do I have to do, to make you want me? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you love me? But, if I can't make you love me Just tell me what do I have to do? To forget about you

5. Rub The Lantern We walk this earth Searching for the truth We learned the human mind To satisfy our wicked way A silhouette of the beast Stand before my eyes His temptation sinks so deep Deeper than the deepest mind "Rub the lantern! Rub it now!" I see the earth is shaking I see the smoke is rising Walking through the mountain Into an oblivious town Seeing the tent of the peddler That came from another dimension We wore the sign of Utukku The sign of the ancient curse He bore the sign of Akrabu The symbol of the scorpion-man A silhouette of the beast Stand before my eyes His temptation sinks so deep To reach for the Lantern of Might Through the centuries of hidden knowledge I've learned the weakness of man Feeding on their lusts I return again, again and again Higher form magic To capture your soul Hallucinate with sour fury We create what man hate "I tempt you" Knowledge is like a looping tower Inside a golden pillar That contains the secrets of the Micro and Macrocosm We create what man hate. Lead: Ashmedi.

There's something about the winter's down in Texas Something in the wind that burns my eyes No way that I could keep from being reckless When nothing but a drink can ease my mind Now I've had enough of wanting to be wanted I've had enough of living in despair They say that brighter days will surely find me But I've never seen the sun like I did there So I'm packing up my bags and heading westward Looking for a place to call my own And I know I could find peace down in the valley But something about the water calls me home Well, in my heart there's two roads that diverge now And I'm sorry I can only travel one But living's only living once you've chosen To stop wasting time wondering what you might've done So I'm packing up my bags and heading westward Looking for a place to call my own And I know I could find peace down in the valley But something about the water calls me home So I'm packing up my bags and heading westward Looking for a place to call my own And I know I could find peace down in the valley But something about the water calls me home Oh I know I could find peace down in the valley But something about the water calls me home

The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same Parking lots, office parks, and shopping malls And all you left were bills you hadn't paid The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Alcohol, cigarettes, and luxury goods Christmas lights look desperate in this room Winter's light left me in the dark last night And jingle bells are smothered in this gloom Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind And autumn's leaves have all been blown away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Da-da-da-da, da-da-da

There is a hollowness: shape without form. Hallowed and concentric circles splayed against a canvas Deep red, veins in hand with epitomes and documents of what has ceased to be. What was leased to me...? A dying light in fragile arms? An art amidst your victory march for me to chase; for me to run? For me to torment you and I until we fall again; Amidst a calm and cooling breeze, Amidst our spiritual dis-ease as our shadows stretch across the land? This is the twilight of my very oeuvre, or so I fear. I fear the end is near, as though time itself were befit by grace to crawl and to walk, To seethe as fit with entropy. But, surely this is but a heinous vision? The order is so very apparent, still. Order out of Chaos... I feel as though I've fallen short. The myriad of misanthropes I've slain and had reborn, The rising tide of shedded skin that by my hands was wrought, The countless names and faces of a destitute and witless being all discarded by the Way. O', what a pity it may be to balk at one's mortality For within but a blink all is naught but dust and ash, Soil and smoke, oil and water, And the whispering of the winds As they propagate the flames. "Still, a temple stands amidst the smoulders, does it not? Did you not think that the Pilgrim's Way would be fraught With the trials and the tests of your hopes and fears laid bare upon the rocks? What great cowardice is on display, with your writhing and your self-dismay! Are you a man, are you a mouse? Or are you but a foolish child Who's come to cry out in the middle of the night? Or is it that you're divine? Born to live and born to die as the waxing and the waning of the tides. Have you come to cry? Have you come to revel in the imposition of your Exile? Tell me, Pilgrim... What is it that you seek? Because it's all so simple. Can't you see?" O', what are the chances That I would come to see with such great ease? O', so blind and weary, perspective seems so out of reach. O', what are the chances That I would come to keep a realisation held so near and deep for more than a day? I might find balance. I might find ecstasy. But I won't. So as it transpires, I'll go the only way I know, To the sea, to the song. I shall be lured unto the rocks to fall and to fail, To seek to no avail. This dance, I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz. I've sought to no avail, I have tried and I have failed. So, this dance I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz.