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Poets of the Fall - Where do we draw the line?

On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down

So why do we keep up this charade?
How do we tell apart the time to leave, from the time to wait?

What does tomorrow want from me?
What does it matter what I see?
If it can't be my design.
Tell me where do we draw the line.

The dance of flames and shadows in the street,
make poetry nobody's ever heard.
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet.
The cage already there around the bird.

So why don't we join the masquerade?
Before it falls apart, before our love becomes insatiate.

What does tomorrow want from me?
What does it matter what I see?
If it can't choose my own design.
Tell me where do we draw the line.

What does tomorrow want from me?
What does it matter what I see?
If we all walk behind the blind.
Tell me where do we draw the line.

Where's the cooling wind? Where's the evergreen field?
Where's my mother's open arms? Where's my father lionheart?
S' like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now.
With the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never grieves.

So why do we keep up this charade?
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait?

What does tomorrow want from me?
What does it matter what I see?
If it can't be my design.
Tell me where do we draw the line.

What ever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose, to see the sign

R.I.P Miika Tenkula (1974-2009) </3

Yks näitä harvinaisia loisto kitaristeja lähteny pois. Lepää rauhassa.

http://viihde.mtv3.fi/uutiset/musiikki.shtml/804344?tenkula_miika

Sentenced - Lower the flags

He's gone, he's dead
His remains upon the hearse ahead
As silently we wander through the mist
He's free

This is the end
Your journey is over, night descends
Below, into the abyss,
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed

Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

He's gone, he's dead
Six feet of earth upon his head
Now lay your wreaths upon the
One who lies beneath

Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
Asleep... in peace now rest
The weight of the world is off your chest

Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

That mourning light I'll always remember
And these August nights, cold as December

Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

~*~ Happoradio - Ruumiinavauspöytäkirja ~*~

Leikkaamme auki sen
Osat yksi kerrallaan
Läpi käymme heikkoudet
Veri vaahdonnut punnitaan

Keuhkot huudosta väsyneet
Sydän sykkyröitynyt
Huulet valheista rohtuneet
Iho huolessa hiertynyt

Potilas kuollut heikkouteen
Omaan mahdottomuuteensa
Vuosia tapoimme toisiamme
Potilas kuollut heikkouteen
Suremaan jäävät omaisensa
Sinä ja minä
Ja syntymättömät lapsemme

Ruumishuoneen narikassa
Vielä katseet vaihdetaan
Mietin kumpi meistä meidät
Nopeammin hautaakaan

Pöytäkirjan tutkin tarkkaan
Nurkkapöydässä tavaan sen
Etten sortuisi uudestaan
Että en tappaisi taas
Että en tappaisi taas

Potilas kuollut heikkouteen
Omaan mahdottomuuteensa
Vuosia tapoimme toisiamme
Potilas kuollut heikkouteen
Suremaan jäävät omaisensa
Sinä ja minä
Ja syntymättömät lapsemme

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