Dream Theater Lyrics
Dream Theater Lyrics
"Lines In The Sand Lyrics"
Come Up to My Room Lyrics
If you can't figure it out, sit and listen for a long time with a loved one!
If you can't figure it out, sit and listen for a long time with a loved one!
[Backing vocals by Doug Pinnick of King's X.]
- John Petrucci
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Tragic reflex, shattered calm
Static progress, senses gone
Numb awareness, final psalm
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my s
Fiasco Lyrics
you take time to cut me down you're a fool, you're the talk of the town so jealous, can't you see it's your own insecurity your life is a mess slightly obsessed are you a paranoid schizo? what a fiasco looking for scandal, you
ideyou take time to cut me down you're a fool, you're the talk of the town so jealous, can't you see it's your own insecurity your life is a mess slightly obsessed are you a paranoid schizo? what a fiasco looking for scandal, you
(Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes, your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict, blessed prize
Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
Desperate addict, faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my
If Six Was Eight Lyrics
Locked up and frocked up below Into what we know Tied up and fried up and told When I'm like a lowing flow My butterflies sweet And much to fast And to late If six was eight And philandering oh today, yeah But if six was eight<
ands, yeah)Locked up and frocked up below Into what we know Tied up and fried up and told When I'm like a lowing flow My butterflies sweet And much to fast And to late If six was eight And philandering oh today, yeah But if six was eight<
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a
1 Million Bottlebags Lyrics
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper One million bottlebags count 'em Think they can bounce the ounce And it get 'em Yo black spend 288 million Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz And don't know what the fuck it is An oh lemme tel
bitterness we harborRidenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - Depper One million bottlebags count 'em Think they can bounce the ounce And it get 'em Yo black spend 288 million Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz And don't know what the fuck it is An oh lemme tel
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide, yeah)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes, holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side