(J. Collins, O. Isaacs, P. Luciano)
(Spoken)
You know, there comes a time in every relationship
When things may not seem right
Just remember, and let'em know
You care
I try to call...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices In Public
Please don't leave
You're the only thing I'll ever need
Tell it true
If only I were at your feet
Now we're alone, I can't hold on forever
If there's one thing I want it's th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Seething with a hunger only you can fill
I am the specimen you bend to your will
You pertain to everything I despise and it shows
My body burns and throes
This love I yearn for...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Go
Boldly go where no man has gone before
So
Do you know
Where I can locate the source
Facing confusion with all we know
As we repeatedly come to blows
We have to be able ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
I'm back on my feet
And inevitably im comatose
With seconds to go
The ending we know
Comes painfully premature
Like the body of an unborn child
Like an autopsy, signed and ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Above translucent skin
I venture to find you
We opt for peace – it never works out
Discrepancies lead us to inhabit doubt
I'll coincide if it means I can learn
To understa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Break the silence if I may? If I may?
What is the meaning of this cage? Of this cage? (What?)
You're killing me day by day, by day
Cut me with this, brand me with that
I'm ov...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Wrath: The village is scared
The fire is burning through streets of the fair
A torch to pillage the rich
Demanding their refuge in a time of despair
Nightfall: Asleep & the s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
Is it easier to stay, and suffer the pain?
Waking up to such disdain every single day
You place your hope in someone strange, and hope things will change
I'm here to save you fr...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage
The science, the left hand
The cynic of my soul
A safe grip, a smooth path
The ground on which, I roam
The right hand, a splendour
Am I a man of god?
Segregated
From the hop...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Voices From The Fuselage