[01:00.15]Twisting the images
[01:00.84]Watching them grow
[01:01.17]Into what they are not
[01:01.59]Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real
[01:09.06]The path I fell onto
[01:13.08]Of tears wades through
[01:16.89]Await the demise
[01:17.82]In sorry disguise from the things that
[01:19.74]I feel Time does not exist
[01:25.32]The days as thin as mist
[01:28.65]Deep within my eyes
[01:29.73]There is a heart that died long ago
[01:35.19]What is it going to take to get through to you?
[01:36.60]To open your fear-blinded eyes?
[01:40.62]Because there was this fear that would tear at me
[01:41.52]That by our own hands we would fall
[02:05.73]These clouds can pass no light
[02:08.07]Just silhouettes of tired life
[02:10.02]Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth
[02:14.13]Endurance and patience lost
[02:18.42]From fighting this holocaust
[02:21.15]Destroying within and eating its way from the core
[02:26.04]Time does not exist
[02:31.32]These days are meaningless
[02:33.99]Deep within my eyes
[02:35.76]There is a heart that died long ago
[02:40.74]What is it going to take to get through to you?
[02:41.70]To open your fear-blinded eyes?
[02:50.46]Because there was this fear that would tear at me
[02:51.45]That by our own hands we would fall *
[02:55.92]Forgive this heart
[02:56.43]Long stagnant with its blood
[02:57.21]For it is here, within my suffering
[04:03.54]That these, the altars of the soul have creaked
[04:04.53]Suffering
[04:04.71]Hour... Suffering
[04:06.27]Hour... Suffering
[04:06.87]Hour... My darkest hour is now
[06:28.68]What is it going to take to get through to you?
[06:30.48]To open your fear-blinded eyes?
[06:39.12]Because there was this fear that would tear at me
[06:40.41]That by our own hands we would fall [* Taken from 'THE SUFFERING HOUR', a poem by TOM D. LISKEY]

Twisting the images
Watching them grow
Into what they are not
Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real
The path I fell onto
Of tears wades through
Await the demise
In sorry disguise from the things that
I feel Time does not exist
The days as thin as mist
Deep within my eyes
There is a heart that died long ago
What is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall
These clouds can pass no light
Just silhouettes of tired life
Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth
Endurance and patience lost
From fighting this holocaust
Destroying within and eating its way from the core
Time does not exist
These days are meaningless
Deep within my eyes
There is a heart that died long ago
What is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall *
Forgive this heart
Long stagnant with its blood
For it is here, within my suffering
That these, the altars of the soul have creaked
Suffering
Hour... Suffering
Hour... Suffering
Hour... My darkest hour is now
What is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall