Lyrics:
Feel like down in hell - day by day
Another day of violence
Feel like down in hell
Another day as prisoner
Stone for stone are hanging on my feet
Cannot
of idols
And holy winds
Let the flames break the silence
To purge the plague
To still remain
On the edge of fate
The vapor
Out of tombs blow
Consuming
Those
'Old Ireland Free'
'Twas early, early on Tuesday night
The Yeoman Cavalry gave me a fright
To my misfortune and sad downfall
I was taken prisoner by
In the valley of the vapors
They won't find you there
Black magician, sorcerer
Speak the words if you dare
In the murky, black water
There she'll
stares back
Familiarity marred by white hands
Extracting from your jaw
Euphoria's golden key
Not an apparition you saw
Your reflection's what you've seen
Are we prisoners in Nowhereland
Where darkness is your only friend
Kept inside this wall of sleep
Have we fallen into a deep freeze
Left
the angels sing
Love and death don't mean a thing
Till the angels sing
The prisoners pray when they're on death row
When the angels sing
The junkie
they shuffled people to die of gaseous vapors
Their children stood by
They took the flesh and put it into cans
Now they have to face our deadly
and tore it in pieces
I, I've been living for the wrong things
I, I've been coming up empty
I, I've been on a losing streak
I, I've been
Running after vapors
hurricanes and double eights
The pair split into two
Talking points from up on high
Watch me walk the ledge, I am comfortable out here by myself
You
Prisoner of my own decisions
Won't you come and stay a while?
Breaking free from all we're held back by
Leaving with a smile
It's not you, it's me, I'm gonna
and away we go
Racing to the sky
I'm feeling unfadable
'Cause the vapors
Can save us
And take us
And make us believe
That we are free
We can be free
So can I
[Chorus:]
The coldest winter in memory was 1709
The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line
By the lost town of Dunwich
Waking up, locked up as a prisoner
Every day, revolted, enraged
These limits imposed on you
Waking up, locked up as a prisoner
Every day, revolted,
Roaming souls
Prisoners of the bottomless pit
Tempting us
To be tortured in the everlasting fire
They are trying
To penetrate into your...
The air is humid and the floor's cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner.
Awaiting my sentence. Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart.
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
I saw the horses go by in the snow
I heard the hounds in full cry long ago
I saw my face in a dream down below
I heard the prisoners scream:room
Prisoner of this modern life without problems
They judge things by their price
To get the most out of it
The human being is priceless
So he has no value
Oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh
What kind of grace, relentless grace
Would chase this rebel down
Crawl into this prisoner's cage
Take my hand and pull me
behind the iron glass;
A prisoner of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand, corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by
vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressions, try
Conversion, conversion
I was blinded swimming in my filthy
Now my heart has been turned to righteous, righteous
I was a prisoner living in my prison
you were late most every night
I was a prisoner by my own device
And what about your distant cousin?
You know the one that lives in France
No
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