To beto be a singer you need a voiceto be an artist you need a pento be a pilot you need a plane Miracles achieved by material things Simply the fruits of money and timeto be a fish you need the oceansto be a bird you need the skyto be a star you need the universe Fate decides what goes where And some things can't be changedto be a killer you need a gunto be a mother you need a childto be a christian you need a GodBut to be a lover... ...you need to know of hate
Garden of EdenWhite light...pulsing and beatinglike a heartMust... fight..Shifting shadowsbut demons don't existare my eyes playing tricksWho knows?Listen; hear the clockcounting out your lifedeath is a stalkerKeep your door on a lockLast night you drownedI watched you die in your sleepcrying out for my helpIt was such an awful soundCry myself to sleephere it's safe and warmback to dreams and ReverieHappiness mine to keepThe garden of Eden is realyou're too blind to seethis is where I belongWhere my broken heart can heal
heaven and hellSelfishly selfless...Do you know how it feelsto lose yourself in an embracePraying that time truly healsDo you know what it's liketo be left just an empty shellStranded in a world you dislikeHave you ever felt... gone?like the world couldn't care lessIf you are left all aloneA broken heart stands no wounds.Search inside and you'll findthere's an animal in each of usBelieve me child, it ain't kindIt will strip you to the corewith hands cruel and coldYou end up weaker than beforeDon't let it pull you by the skirtleaving you isolated aloneCrying facedown in the dirtWhat is wrong? What is right?An angel makes you want the devilso you fall into hell's embraceDarkness you learn to revelBut the evil delight is wrongcan't take back your choiceHeaven was right all alongRun fast away my little oneI'll still be here waitingFor when this heartbreak is done
survive and succeedNo-one notices themTiny creatures; invisible to the worldForever grounded; forever creatingA hive-mind working together as oneNobody likes themCaught in their midst many would screamSwarmed by a defense force of thousandsAttack; kill; feed; surviveEveryone hurts themBut if you stopped and looked at the small thingsYou'd notice that they are always thereNo matter how many times you kick up their nestsNo matter how many you crush, without mercyThe next day, they are backNo matter how many of their dreams you destroy; however smallThey never ever give upThe colony will stop at nothing to survive; to succeed.Will you?