• Wayne

    Instrumental *A remix of this song is available on the Japanese version of Black Knights’ Medieval Chamber.

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    Walls And Doors

    Any sigh is a womb Releasing to the room of senses Results of plans are ours Our actions girt in what will be One time seems a bunch But we don’t see in front of us When you do anything Everything’s coming to you When you see a changeling He’s nothing but his appearances’ sum Touch knows what’s hearing Sight knows who’s speaking They’re walls and doors And naught upholds it all What never ends lost it all It echoes and re-throws The bornless win it all They echo tomorrow’s sounds And all is turned around

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    Sum

    In enemies’ hands I don’t have to measure I don’t have to measure In enemies’ hands I don’t have to measure I don’t have to measure up And I’ve seen a million eyes at once, staring as one You are the apple of my life There’s no one but you in the world I’d choose You are what carries dark to light There is no excuse for being untrue In every sound is an above and below unfound The dance they do we all feel Above and below sensory input are two lovers disconnected by us So we have to join them in our actions We are the center of…

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    Sam

    Before the break of day Blackness has no chance Forever all we’ve seen You know it’s gotta last Faulted into being No, we have no chance All we’ve ever been is a dog bitten lass Always intervene Nothing is attached Rounded into seeing Surround where you stand Alternating beams Through the vision cast What travels is the spring that spins under glass

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    Uprane

    You know we have to lose We break our minds to choose Between when, what and where The carriers of pain do not discriminate Distinction’s in the stars Aw sides Bringing me a vision in my mind’s eye Etiquette as a stroke You don’t know what I mean and yet you go to it Rain from yourself to the cloudy sky till you are dry Lightning strikes the sun Won’t you come on

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    Mistakes

    Mistakes help one see That you make your own surroundings Life is a dream And is made by inwardly seeing what you want it to be Success has its trappings You judge yourself based on how you think you’re seen And you may guess how you’re spoken about And try to fit into a box till you can’t get out or move freely about Respect who you are inside Let your heart be your guide What others think says nothing about you Just how you relate to what they’re going through And that’s not much Does not say much Unless it’s a friend when it’s everything Those who don’t want…

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    Ratiug

    I need a taste I can almost face myself There is a way, a never-ending pavement cast Land on a date such a long, long way, way back Which has a crave for the path that ends in black I gotta fade another day I can taste it, I can feel it And you can have, you can have my face right now Standing back from the lapse Children are what you are Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat She sees a haze that could penetrate more…

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    Bike

    I want, I want, I want searching I’d never been right before I walked right out that door There’s a minimum for lurching I will erase my face There is no time or place It’s just the way you are seeing I’m a song, I’ll arrest myself Healing, healing Life is gold and omitted my home Reeling, reeling Feelings hit the door There’s never been more than war Our appetites bind resisting There is more than fate There never is loss you take Only the wind of receiving I want, I want, I want Heaven’s whore eating at my sides What’s a goal that picks at my soul I never…

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    Hear Say

    He don’t see now you don’t see the heaps of elevation in me No one gave me time or rhythm I don’t give you mine Intricacies, intricacies Sees as deep into anything Help me son cuz you will give me mine in further intimacy In a steady set up scene The lights are closing in on thee Who is this that stands right up to time and closes in Endless hearsay, listen hearsay, Apples gleam in riches’ filthy Heaven give me signs for I’m inclined eternally You don’t hear now she don’t hear the sound of music in your ears Arrows point at those that dictate black to you and…

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