[lyrics by K. Nardi/except*]



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



[* Taken from 'THE SUFFERING HOUR', a poem by TOM D. LISKEY]