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Jesus Christ
Will die by my hand
lives

Tomorrow's dreams are memories from the past
The cosmic principles will everlast
But mystified fragments won't turn the page
Distorted echoes
love is a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.

So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams
of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.

So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored
with filth
We cry forgive us our sins
Tortured by god and crushed in my face
From our souls' darkened bliss
Remained only a feeling of bashfulness
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
A question of judgment decided in haste 
A case of malfunction an error of taste 
A moment of madness occasioned by stress 
A classic misjudgment
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed,
the little imps who went to the Devil's school ran around with the
Mirror until there was nowhere and no one that had not been distorted in it. 
The Devil
here waiting...

Now - bitter and alone
For determination that this transformation
Has given me something of my own
Forced and distorted my imagination
and wasted blood
Only be remembered by the silent mud?
Sucked away from each infected memory
Vanishing under each gaze, inexorably?

During this
the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)

Steadfast soldiers with hands of Gods
And the numbers to succeed.
We will
crashing down

Now everything is burning, yes
And everyone is yearning now
To see your form distorted
And your innocence destroyed

Standing in the wake
of the scars in his hands
Yet he chose the road to Calvary to die in my stead
Why he loved me I can't understand

Roll back the curtain of memory now and then
The skin of all my fingers split
Painfully receding
My hands were dry and itched and hurt
And also they were bleeding
I can fix it by withdrawing
Claim
Hidden between different spheres
Forsaken by memory
To forever fly alone

A Winter Shadow
Under the haunted starlight
Under the light of the moon
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
hand there were some roses 
On his lips there was a prayer
On a stone these words were written 
My soul is God's my memory thine
As I watched I
we'll draw the string assisted by the hand of God

I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun
you made
bear in memory
Keep this password in your mind
God provides for every worker
When in union, they combine

Then by honest weight, we labor
Union miners
Memories mar my mind
Love, love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game