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Those who've fallen and worshiped are seared by him flame
Flame

The soldier is left behind
All he has is his state of mind
Do you care to death

enough
The flame burn through your being
Real purified fake is disease
Gotta what I gotta do no matter how
By any means
Gotta stay stable gotta keep money

space
That’s where we headed right after the set
Come out her bra soon as we hit the jet
Smooth like my game brought to you by Gillette (Perfect)

I ain’t

to say
Aye yo satan get behind me
Slayin the lies in Jesus name
Packin Excalibur we overcame
Spirit of fear. Nah Confidence game
Encourage one anotha we

‘cause you gave up the fight

Like a moth to the flame, when you saw the lights

Why for? Why for?
The place is dead by now

Can you feel their breath

Like I'm in a spaceship, gotta blast off takin' time in my own space, get my mind off
Those things gotta watch the disguise like a foul call

Hostile Apostle

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From Chaos

2001

Who's soul is up for rent
Victim of lost soul, hostile apostle

Unlimited in time and space and nearest universal
Light is what we're reachin' for,

in regret at first
Thinking of friends left behind
Or lamenting what his love would find

Released only by the gravity around
None of which was to be

speak your name (Speak your name)
When you're gone 
there's a dust behind your flame (Behind your flame)
I can't lie cuz 
without you I'd go insane (Go

the place and the task
Details still count though, as one day will man

A random point in space, the inception
A cord tug away from another empty space

I just need breathing space
I just need breathing space
Don‘t want you to know my pain 

Hate being stuck in my moods
In this torturing feeling

empty spaces behind the construction scaffolding to sleep in. 
I also slept in the World Trade Center. It was close to my high school. There was a Ben

true is not even close
You may stay behind my back
While I stand by your side
Get checked or get wrecked
You won't be bored 'till the end of time
Is it

by a thread or a wire
Wondering why you're still so far behind
It's even harder when you feel something locked inside
And you can't break free, it's

Looking up, to the sky, for a sign,
In retrospect, all visions failed, time after time.
Behind the mask, inside the mind, another martyr crucified.

to win
100% behind the bars but I’m free as the wind
Transmitting, for the heads and the DJs to spin
From H-town to Lisbon and whatever city you’re in
For

Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through

Roads to Moscow

Al Stewart

The Live Radio Concert

1980

Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through

Behind the scenes
They just acting like they know us
See I would rather take the time and be the slowest
You say your in our corner But you got

In a matter of months
It’s a matter of time
Rewrite my life
One day at a time
Look to the sky
Nah I'm looking inside
Finding my flame
Ahead

Might be somewhere in space
Wit the fuckin' ray gun
You know I be hand spun
With the cooking dance
Damn I'm not a milkshake
I'm not fuckin Hardee's

Sometimes I feel like I live in space,
You know
Like a house on mars,
You can see it in my face, you know
So, this one’s made to show
What I know

Sometimes I feel like I live in space
You know
Like a house on mars
You can see it in my face, you know
So, this one's made to show what I know

grows more
A biblical beast of ancient lore
With fire in belly, flames in eyes
The beast rise to the highest skies

So beware, ye witches fair
Lest