Procession
Desolation...
Creation...
Communication...
Procession
by Neil Young
There is no end to this
I have seen your face
But I don't recognize all these things
You must have left behind
It's a problem, you know
That's been there all your life
I try to make you see the world without a view
That just turn black and white
At night it gets cold and
You'd dearly like to turn away
The escape that fills
that makes you want to turn on heel
Alone, alone, alone, alone
I have seen your face
But I don't recognize all these things
You must have left behind
It's a problem, you know
That's been there all your life
I try to make you see the world without a view
That just turn black and white
At night it gets cold and
You'd dearly like to turn away
The escape that fills
that makes you want to turn on heel
Alone, alone, alone, alone
There is no end to this
I can't turn away
Another picture but the scene
It's still the same
There is no room to move
Or try to look away
Remember, life is strange
The life keeps getting stranger every day
I try so hard but this attitudes
A type that won't subside
No matter what they say
Remember your heart beats you day at night
Your heart beats you day at night [3]
I can't turn away
Another picture but the scene
It's still the same
There is no room to move
Or try to look away
Remember, life is strange
The life keeps getting stranger every day
I try so hard but this attitudes
A type that won't subside
No matter what they say
Remember your heart beats you day at night
Your heart beats you day at night [3]
Procession
by Misfits
Desolation...
Creation...
Communication...
Procession
I stood above them all and watched for days.
I felt as though my own kind
were all that mattered and kept me sane.
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass
away as if direction had finally come.
A resurrection for all our selves.
I felt as though my own kind
were all that mattered and kept me sane.
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass
away as if direction had finally come.
A resurrection for all our selves.
I have never felt so proud as i do now.
Like the sun has placed behind me
feelings that matter, never end.
Like the sun has placed behind me
feelings that matter, never end.
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path. Tomorrow's glory days.
in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path. Tomorrow's glory days.
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
shall always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path. Tomorrow's glory days.
in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path. Tomorrow's glory days.
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
shall always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
Procession
by Deftones
The stench of the hopeless and wounded.
The cries that escape from the depths of regret.
A bleeding mass in procession.
That fell on the path from which it strayed.
A whisper in total darkness.
To die at the hands of what we are.
A breath escapes from the lifeless.
The blind and the feeble of our decay.
This is the pain we must suffer.
This is the endless agony.
This is the darkest of secrets
We give our lives to keep.
The cries that escape from the depths of regret.
A bleeding mass in procession.
That fell on the path from which it strayed.
A whisper in total darkness.
To die at the hands of what we are.
A breath escapes from the lifeless.
The blind and the feeble of our decay.
This is the pain we must suffer.
This is the endless agony.
This is the darkest of secrets
We give our lives to keep.
The light that's surrounding.
I am all that you've made me.
Your endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.
I am all that you've made me.
Your endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.
The fear that grows like a cancer.
Held like a breath and sacrificed.
the blood that flows from the wounded.
Consumed by the masses who've longed to taste.
this is a prayer for the hopeless.
this is an endless tragedy.
This is the darkest of secrets.
We give ourselves to keep
Held like a breath and sacrificed.
the blood that flows from the wounded.
Consumed by the masses who've longed to taste.
this is a prayer for the hopeless.
this is an endless tragedy.
This is the darkest of secrets.
We give ourselves to keep
The light that's surrounding.
I am all that you've made me.
Your endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.
I am all that you've made me.
Your endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.
I pray for redemption.
These unanswered cries.
In darkness it came to me and I breathe.
Their distant voices sing to me and
everything changes suddenly.
These unanswered cries.
In darkness it came to me and I breathe.
Their distant voices sing to me and
everything changes suddenly.
The light that's surrounding.
I am all that you've made me.
Their endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.
I am all that you've made me.
Their endless desire
Feeds the fire inside me.
And all I can ask for.
Take this life that you gave me.
I'm not your messiah.