Lethal (USA) : Your Favorite God

Progressive Power / USA
(1995 - Bullet)
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1. SWIM OR DROWN

Visionary warrior
Erotic eyes search and deceive
Evaluating plans
To go your own way.
Masters of the system
Self-proclaimed Lothario
In safe perimeters
No conflict but no room to grow

Drowning on the land
I tried to walk on water
It always looked much different
From the other side
As I turned away
I thought I heard you say
Swim or drown my friend
Swim or drown

Mercenary fever
Dreams with suicidal themes
I have to find my place
I'll go my own way.
Master of resistance
Following the sirens call
Dying to be born
In the darkness of the morn.

There's no need pretending
There's happy endings
They always were so hard to believe.
So take your last breath
And swim until your death
To the alter of disorder

Dissident disciple
Seeking views close to the edge
A human zoo display
The chill of skin to fire
The look of eyes that turn away
The look of drowning man
Not knowing they are bordering slaves.


2. WAITING ON THE KILL

Rising with the last word
There's no fear in my eyes
Lived my life fist over hand.
I'm caught in the crawl again.
Scratching hiding justifying
Scars that I had once shown
Changing rhyming redefining
Words that I had once known.

There's someone crawling
Inside my skin.
I feel them calling
So once again.
I painted my face for the kill.
Quickly my heart was slowing.
Far from the stage of the real.
Back where my blood was flowing.

Sent to sterilize
My mind, my eyes, my hands
You hated me, I hated me
I'm caught in the crawl again


3. THE PAGE BEFORE

I suffer in silence now
That my own words betray me
The voice of a holy child
With a demon's tongue.
I'm filing my thoughts away
Hiding myself away
For I have seen myself laughing
Through your trusting eyes

View from the ledge
Fate or razor's edge
You know I have taken from you
What you've taken from me
This way

I've never felt the pain
I've never seen the rain
I never crossed the line
But I know there's still time.
Although you've seen the sign
Your vision were all mine
Your heart was in my hand
Trading hours fro sand.
There's always a first time
There's always a last time
There's always an encore
Of the page before.

Controlling a trembling hand
Defining your dreams and nightmares
Watching your life played out
On an empty page
I know that you have to see
I am your one true savior
I feel all of your thoughts
All of your fear this way

View from the ledge
Fate or razor's edge
You know I have taken from you
What you've taken from me this way


4. HARD TO BREATHE

All my blood, all of my flesh,
All of my senses have paid the price for a man with vision.
Did my time in the line moved
By inches obeyed the call of a blinding fever!
Give my your violence
Give my your silence
Have you run? Have your found your reason
Or your place in the killing season?
The calling, the falling, the crawling.
It's getting so hard to breathe
The needing, the bleeding, the feeding
It's hard to breathe

Satisfied with the life you've been living
You don't move too far
From the place where
In the climb you've resigned from the vision
You bare the weight
Of your last decision!

One more life, one more death
One more dreamer has played the part of a true believer
Selling you, selling my, selling reasons.
No fate, no faith
Only timed decision


5. THE REAL

I've been swept away with a violent brain storm
With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.
The night is waiting, anticipating
You to light a candle for me
Too much to conceal, too much of the real
Too much reconstruction.

That's why I fear the morning
Challenging the night for twilight
Calling me its victim
For it always makes me feel the real

I felt the chance come on
It felt like I was dying
Avoiding the sentence
Of waiting for a second chance
I hope you don't mind if I don't find
Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line
I'm out of words to call mine

I've been swept away with a violent brain storm
With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.
I hope you don't mind if I don't find
Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line
I'm out of words to call mine


6. BALANCING ACT

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