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A park in the sunset
Abandoned since years
Just like the town
A whole world disappearsNo one is left to see
The storm clouds in the air
The leaves of an old tree
Whisper to bewareThe graveyard of desire
The spectacle of pleasure
Beside the church of fire
Burns an infernal treasure
The graveyard of desire
Sealed the body of time
Enchanted by the choir
We are the dividing lineThe memories descended
Into an ocean of spears
Locked away from light
And left alone in tearsThe graveyard of desire
The spectacle of pleasure
Beside the church of fire
Burns an infernal treasure
The graveyard of desire
Sealed the body of time
Enchanted by the choir
We are the dividing lineFragments of desire
Burn on the path of sorrow
Eaten by the fire
There is no tomorrow
A boy and a girl
Forever torn apart
A split for the eye
But never for the heart-x2
The graveyard of desire
The spectacle of pleasure
Beside the church of fire
Burns an infernal treasure
The graveyard of desire
Sealed the body of time
Enchanted by the choir
We are the dividing line -
Shadows of the Sun
Enraptured in the sound
Hypernormal frequencies
Illuminating cloudsWe televise the noise
To all that we can reach
The broadcasts preach the word
Of better times and peaceWe automate the lies
With images we fake
Machines to grant our every wish
When all we do is take!To Apathy we drink
When dancing in the flames
A chance for us to celebrate
Because all we do is wait!Who has the most is King
Constructed to be served
So that which is destroyed
Is cheered on while it burnsWith nothing left to lose
And seconds ticking fast
Though time is running out
All we do is laugh-And hide among the crowd
Drowning in its noise
In envy of the beautiful
Facades of shallow graceThe best would try and fail
Feel helpless at the task
But lead as if they rule in hell
When all we do is wait!Our fortunes running out
And our options running dry
With no one else to turn to
Still, we sit and cryWe're dancing in the flames
To the sounds of our demise
Drinking to our apathy
Because all we do is waitThe King, the sacred Crown
The Chalice and the Mace
Who rule over these famine lands
Whose bounty goes to wasteA power that corrupts
Regaling this as fate
The waters rising to our necks
And all we do is wait
