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PARADISE LOST LYRICS
"Erased" (2002 Single)
1. Erased
2. Two Worlds
3. I Can Hate You
4. Deus
5. Self Obsessed (Live)
1. Erased
i don't owe anything
i don't owe anyone
shoot pride for all its worth
i don't belong
in a situation now
that i could not repair
i assert myself to sleep
show others that i've cared
how cold is this poor life
lay ashes at my grave
if it takes me away from you
a subtle gesture
i don't know anyone (cherish my religion)
i don't know anyone (faith is only fiction)
i don't know anyone (cherish my religion)
i don't know anyone (faith is only fiction)
this is erased i promise not a trace
this is erased i promise no delay not a trace
2. Two Worlds
THE SENSE REQUIRED IS ALL TOO VAGUE
WITHIN MY FACULTIES, BUILDING ME
THIS AWESOME PRESENCE LONGS TO SEE
THE TIMES I’VE FALLEN
THE TIMES I’VE FAILED
AND I’VE NEVER SEEN MY HANDS
AND I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
TWO WORLDS ARE THE SAME TOMORROW
STILL I MUST NOT COMPLAIN
THE SENSE ACQUIRED IS ALL TOO GRAVE
WITH LESS THAN ONE PERCENT LEFT IN ME
THIS AWESOME PRISON LOCKED AND SEALED
FOR TIMES I’VE BORROWED, FOR TIMES I’VE FAILED
AND I’VE NEVER SEEN MY HANDS
AND I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
TWO WORLDS ARE THE SAME TOMORROW
STILL I MUST NOT COMPLAIN
AND I’VE NEVER SEEN MY HANDS
AND I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
TWO WORLDS ARE THE SAME TOMORROW
STILL I MUST NOT COMPLAIN
AND I’VE NEVER HEARD A WHISPER
AND I’D NEVER SPEAK OF PAIN
TWO WORLDS ARE THE SAME TOMORROW
TO ALL I SEEM INANE
3. I Can Hate You
There's no provocation
There's no sense of fear
There's no adaptation
There's no sorrow
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Without limitations
Without bitter years
Without annihilation
There's no result
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
There's no provocation
There's no sense in tears
There's no litigation
There's no product
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
4. Deus
Like I am, in awe who makes
Like I am, in awe who saves
Life's golden themes unmade
Life's golden dreams where I live for the hour
And sentimental rage
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
Blind hours we all embrace
Blind hours we're all replaced
Life's golden years abstained
Life's golden years where I lived for a passion
The melancholic days
And all these things are made
Will all these things remain?
5. Self Obsessed (Live)
i'm self-obsessed
wrong words i said
it's clear that some things aren't worth really trying
so let it go, let it be
then we'll talk and i can
dream you're not here
persevere, i could live without this
the one you'd like to go
is taken much too slow
you're not impressed
wrong words i said
a mere subject of your self-indulgence
so let it go, let it be
shall we to talk about it
my misery is when you breathe
there's no doubt about it
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