muy feo y en mis narices se transforma lo que veo. Rescatame aun si no sabes lo que quiero, el paraiso es una broma de Lucifer. Sigo cayendo en la espiral
Written by Steven Wilson [instrumental]
I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crow I folded my devotion To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see
You have no potential as a human being Intellectually you are green There's a black beetle crawling in your brain Spirituallity, you have none Breathing
Come steer me now Leave ideas in my head And I'll come alive Or cover me instead There's a ceiling light above me And a song that says I will And it'
[Instrumental]
Push yourself to the limit of exertion Push yourself to the limit of exertion Push yourself to the limit of exertion Push yourself No need to kick back
I awoke to the sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days inch by grown weary as we sleep April has become
A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings. Swim with me, meet my dreamking...
Now it all begins or continues to Spiral down, spiral down I've laid it out on paper Instructions of what to do As my mind begins to waver Losing contact
in precious little circles thoughts run races dead in the water, black and still drowning in downsize none finish first no stars get us out of this hold
spiral chains in neon light crawling trains of fragile tribe cry in me ironic fool die in me for all the suns you have inside tidal hate to childish
The hour of souls is the night by your side the whisper of angels, your breath I sleep behind the moon with your slender hand in mine The ceiling
there a world who's smiling face was spinning in circles out in space on the day that the architects have caused their plague of stone turn the ancient
This the last hour of the carnival I dance, I dance though it hurts Hangman's rope suits well Every gentleman Madam, you look charming In the necklace
when is the hour? now or never passing of the sand through hands un-nurtured see it right in front of me nulify wage a war on the spineless i tire of
Eating from the sacrificial - tainted bowl Ripping out the roots our our consciousness We all go blind into the void [CHORUS] By the hands of - doom
so I am lost and I am found with contradictions I can't resolve so many paths so many doorways to the truth and when I dream I know her face but