All lost in vain, but kept in mind — you’re way behind.
Some stranger atrocity commit in silence now,
Not in these times, another world, but it’s so close somehow,
A shattered nerve, for those who serve, the reason lost its way.
In streets of fear and all those here, the internees of hate.
Just watchin’ you — tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit,
All eyes on you — broken causes, no one knows the real cause, you’re it.
Waiting for you — ultimatum, change it soon don’t eling to every bit — it just won’t fit.
Secret (1978)
He desires love, in some special way,
Against all perversion,
Fed with fruits of decay.
He remembers,
How the guilty have seen,
All the pure but selfish,
Buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
Calling him by name.
Yeah he sees faces from yesterday,
Of what might have been,
But the past must still remain.
He desires love,
Not some perfect affair,
In hotels of steel and glass,
Just to cross on the stairs,
But he can still see,
All the angels in time,
As his dreams of ecstasy,
Turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
How the past will still remain.
Yeah he sees a vision in the sky,
Staring down at him,
He’ll always see the same.
Sure I’ll see you down,
You do for me I did for you,
Cure just takes you down,
We’re down for good that’s understood.
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I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night.
And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky,
From a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore
A picture in my mind of what’s to come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build,
New homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed,
From a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore.
Picture in my mind of what’s to come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame,
Trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame.
In the distance see myself just washed up on the shore,
A picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong to our own lifetime.
We won’t crawl and never show our faces,
We’ll stand firm and never show the traces,
Of the fear we knew but always could disguise,
Of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
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In the back of my mind,
All I feel is mistrust,
In the back of my mind,
All I see is the dirt,
Segregation of thoughts,
Ideals turning to dust
Where some houses once stood,
Stands a man with a gun,
In some neighbourhood,
A father hangs up his son,
In the back of my mind.
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Don’t think I’d have stayed just for one more day,
It seems so much like home,
No room to go astray,
Don’t think I could watch — with mindless, empty tasks,
Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good a life should be,
A model for the rest,
That bred insecurity,
I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,
It’s always in my mind,
An institution with no law.
Day of the Lords (1978)
We won’t forget you on the day of the lords,
When our hearts stopped,
When we put up the boards,
To relax from all this sickness of words,
To escape from the collapse of our worlds.
We won’t forget you, though in violence you go,
As the wheels turned in the theatres below,
An escape from the ends never met,
In apartments with the lives not formed yet.
You never really understood,
You never tried to change our minds,
As long as you were in control,
As long as we could spare the time,
And ‘cause you needed to win on the day of the lords.
We won’t forget you on the day of the lords,
In a new town, just clutching at straws,
With the door shut, now the running has ended,
And a last thought of the chances surrrendered.
End of Time (1978)
We resist all of times mutations,
And lose our hands for all lost creations,
We left holes in the best laid plans,
And registered every inward glance.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always tired and never too real,
Yeah, the memories, down on paper cease to exist,
To uncover all true feelings inside just too much to risk.
We made out down the roads to nowhere,
And lost all purpose in the rush to get there,
From broken homes built on dust and ashes,
That marked the spots of last years crashes.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always hazy, never too real,
Yeah, the memories of a future everyone shared,
But when the time came, looking over our shoulders, Nobody cared.
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I walked out and I thought for a time I could see
No defence, and I thought for a while you were me,
We were wrong,
In our time,
Always down,
Out of line.
I relaxed from the days filled with blood sport in vain,
And returned with the knowledge that we’re two the same,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Too alike,
You to me.
And we watched everything pass us by in due course,
Always tied by a mutual feeling that lost,
We were two,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Known too well.
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Searching for some other way,
To bring some small relief,
Never to be satisfied,
And snatch at all beliefs.
Didn’t have the energy,
To make up for my part,
Everything seemed easy but
I didn’t have the heart.
Things that on the surface,
Seemed so very much the same,
But once you’ve made the move,
So long nothing else remains.
So afraid to make a break,
For fear of what I’d do,