Stories Untold

Do you believe in angels?
Do you believe they'll come one day, reveal their presence?
That all of us will see the face of truth one day...?
All the lies exposed...?
Do you believe?
I'm just getting out there.
I'm looking at the world, and wonder why so many can't see.

What scares you from believing?

A mind twisting fanatic charging my mind with electronic pulses, frying my brain.
A wanna-be created and another can-do killed.
We bring the future to the pits of unexistence, to forget what he promised us.
We kill our happiness with laughs created by the pulses of television.
So you walk around, just another one out there, dying to know how to feel good all the time
not wanting to know that it can't be done...
Anything goes...
As long as I'm happy...

Indeed dying...

How do you scare yourself away?
How do you make yourself disappear?

Killing myself, slowly with an easy thought...
Kill...

This mind is dead...
This mind is dead...

Can you see the others?
Can you hear them?
Look into their eyes, all other people out there, around you.
Look, deep into their eyes.
What do you see?
Another you?
Another me?

Jag kan se nånting sämre än det värsta.

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Att säga nåt och visa att du menar det är två skilda saker.

Att höra och tro.

Att se och veta.

Att känna, och vara övertygad.

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Jag hör mer än vad jag ser.
Känner och är skeptisk.
Det är som om en stor mur, min bästa vän den tiden, skiljde mig än från nya tider.
Jag brinner för en framtid jag inte vågat ta emot, bara hoppats på.
Jag längtar efter tiden på andra sidan muren, att komma över, igenom.
För att se mina önskningar gå i uppfyllelse, se mina drömmar bli sanna.
Jag hindrar mig själv, tillsammans med min bästa vän, Muren.
Den svekfulla Muren, kall, grå och hård...

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Att vilja våga / Att våga
Att vilja göra / Att göra
Att vilja / Hoppas
Att vilja / Vilja

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Förlåtelsen...
Bönen som aldrig tystnar...
Hjälpen...
Ropet som aldrig tystnar...

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Fruktan.
Ännu en polare som inte är överrens med din vilja...

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What makes you want to remember?
What makes you long for the echoes?
What makes you believe...?

Suppose...
...I am this...
...this thing...
..and what's eating your mind up, right behind your eyes..
Can't realize, understand, can't make me do that...

What do you do...?
What makes you do the things you do...?
Who's running you...?

Getting laced by a thought of destruction
...and that's just one of them...
...damn thoughts, never mine...
Never heard their voice?
You're normal aren't you...

Making yourself feel special...

Cry for nothing, laugh at everything.
Flesh, rotten always to remind you,
through it's smell, remind you how close to death you really are...

So why am I making myself feel special...?
Why am I listening to myself?

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I feel you here, somewhere
But I don't know who you are
I make myself belive I hear you
Cos' I want you
I see you there, in my world
Wondering where you are and how you got there
I say hi...
You turn your face against me and I can't make it out...
Cos' I have no idea who you are

So we cry, like children
Seeing the bad things, hearing about them, wanting to kill those who hail the bads
We cry for a better world, for the good to be found by them

We can talk, babble on about what changes has to be made, never doing anything
That's a typical characteristic for me

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So why?
Have you heard me ask that before...?
I've asked that so many times we both know that why by heart.
I am someone.
But who?
I am something, but what...and why?
I could take your answers and make them mine...ours.
You promised that, didn't you?
You gave it to me, and said; Here, talk this, think this, belive this...
And what do I do...
Look at the past, listen to the mindtwisters words...
Maybe I should make up my mind abuot what side I stand on.
Maybe I should let it die.
"Maybe" ?
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I need to feel you.
I have that on my heart.
To feel you.
Close..
Caring..
Just need to know...

And here we go
Walking down the line of mistrust
Hey, Jack...whos' running you?
Just keep running
Just keep running
...keep running...
It'll make it all worse...running.
Shuting your eyes for the true words, the words revealing what's right, who you are.
It'll make it all worse, shuting your eyes, running...
And when the spirit tells you a truth, to try to wake you up...
...you cry...
A pain worse than the old one.
The pain of truth.
The pain fo letting go.
Pain of hangin on.
When your flesh, even your heart, says no...
But there is a yes, somewhere down there, deep inside...
I've heard it
I've felt it
So, here we go
Spiritual roller coaster
Ups' n' downs'...
Funny thing is; you only say whee when you go up...
And the downs' make you believe you've lost it all.
...that you're being tested...?