But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Deep beneath an ancient shadow
Stunned with age and too much wisdom
Reclined in glass, with eyes too steep
Relentless dimensions of quadraphonic sleep
Dwelt the wild grinning cyclopean pagan
Screaming destruction in sheer dazzling raiment
A thunderbolt master a 'lecronic savior
A gold galactic raver, the Futuristic Dragon
Yes, and I do mean yes
(Just noticed - postcount=year of my birth, lyrics=written by the guy I'm named after)
I have faith that I will not succeed.
Something's pushing me, something I can't see.
There's a price put on my head.
I have faith that no one will help me in my time of need.
They'd rather watch me bleed.
Who really cares when you're down and out?
Who really cares when no ones around?
You stand alone, you make your claim.
You stand alone.
Don't think it's a call, a plea for help.
I never asked anyone.
From what I've seen, from the look of things I can only help myself.
I had faith that I was loved by you.
But it has filtered through.
Seeping through my hands.
A fistful of shit.
Left with no more than a glimpse of what you have become.
Who really cares when you're down and out?
Who really cares when no ones around?
You stand alone, you make your claim.
You stand alone.
You left me here to rot.
I will see you in Hell.
Non believer, what I become.
A non believer.
Originally posted by Fletch XXX I have faith that I will not succeed.
Something's pushing me, something I can't see.
There's a price put on my head.
I have faith that no one will help me in my time of need.
They'd rather watch me bleed.
Who really cares when you're down and out?
Who really cares when no ones around?
You stand alone, you make your claim.
You stand alone.
Don't think it's a call, a plea for help.
I never asked anyone.
From what I've seen, from the look of things I can only help myself.
I had faith that I was loved by you.
But it has filtered through.
Seeping through my hands.
A fistful of shit.
Left with no more than a glimpse of what you have become.
Who really cares when you're down and out?
Who really cares when no ones around?
You stand alone, you make your claim.
You stand alone.
You left me here to rot.
I will see you in Hell.
Non believer, what I become.
A non believer.
that's awesome! do you like bane? and xDISCIPLEx A.D.?
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