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[Kat]

Song: The Lotus Eater
Artist: Opeth
Album: Watershed

Liquid is in your throat,
For hopeless delight.
After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,

The night is calling, you pray forth.

A barren waste is your land,
Crops they were sown to die.

This skin is a mirror,
The eyes hover with ignorance,
Hell throb from your lips,
Sucked in and safe from the world of sleep.

All years caring for a liar.
The barren drift road is winding higher.
You're a moth too close to the fire.

You are stuck in a beautiful future
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all.

Fleeting in sorrow
Pushing your spirit away,
Seeking the weakness of dislike,
Whispered from the heart.
To be, we're all in the mourning,
To despair.

"The restless will also... die."

Resurrection covered with death,
Drawing the life under one.
A fact tied to the earth,
The soul's a victim, a follower.

Oh, mother!
For us to see
The blink of an eye

And the pride of a mother
Drawn close in a mother's son,
And the love from a father
Was used by a father's son

Over warrior's token
Misspoken lives on,
The language unimportant.
So fair and so just.

All the land is taken

[Kat]

Song: Cry For The Moon "The Embrace That Smothers - Part IV"
Artist: EPICA
Album: The Phantom Agony

Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the hole truth can we disclose
The soul of this sick bulwark forever and ever
Forever and ever

Indoctrinated minds so very often
Contain sick thoughts
And commit most of the evil they preach against

Don't try to convince me with messages from God
You accuse us of sins committed by yourselves
It's easy to condemn without looking in the mirror
Behind the scenes opens reality

Eternal silence cries out for justice
Forgiveness is not for sale
Nor is the will to forget

Virginity has been stolen at very young ages
And the extinguisher loses it's immunity
Morbid abuse of power in the garden of eden
Where the apple gets a youthful face

You can't go on hiding yourself
Behind old fashioned fairytales
And keep washing your hands in innocence