The Wounds of Bitterness Left Hand Solution

The Wounds of Bitterness (words & music: Barthold) An image of a wailing blackbird Embedded in my chest My heart bleeds the tainted purity Of this emptiness Heal these wounds of bitterness

Fevered Left Hand Solution

Fevered (words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin) Marking this body of infancy Wounds - smiling my way Again emotions fail to exist The anguish of existence calls us all The world is sick

Lye solution Static Dress

Pray the sky falls For maybe that'd be easier As this steel strung casket Provides more care Choke, gasp, die, relapse Plague alive outside Yet the sun still chases me As I find comfort tonight Honesty

Echoes of betrayal EdenEchoes

Once in the echoes of love's serene embrace Now dwells the bitterness of your deceitful trace The trust we built, now broken to the core In the silence, I hear your footsteps fade Oh, how the echoes of

Solitary Fallen Angel Left Hand Solution

Solitary Fallen Angel Man of thousand mysteries Jack in green of misery Beheaded pheasants on the ways he walks Pretty princess ran away Pretty princess came his way Pretty princess never smiles

Scorns of Time Left Hand Solution

Scorns of Time (words & music: Barthold) Singing that died away The nightingale silenced In this world, our decadence The sweetness turned sour Naked and bled Her blackened wings spread Feathers

Master Of Disaster Left Hand Solution

Master Of Disaster (words & music: Mårdstam) When you turn your back you havn´t got a chance When you turn your back there is no romance Nothing you can do - right between the eyes Nothing

Dwell Left Hand Solution

Dwell Dwell The sun is rising over me I roam long forgotten shores The pulse of ocean´s in my blood I sense the first of seven doors 'Dream, death, awakening Chant the hymns of conjuring

Solution Two Ton Shoe

nothin' special, but it beats the hand. no such luck. search for solution. whatcha gonna do? what's it gonna be? what's it gonna take to remove me? and nothin's gonna hurt you now.

Infernal Left Hand Solution

Infernal (words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin) Seven are born Their throne in the earthly deep Seven goes down In the mountains of the east Infernal sons Night falls dark To hear the

Illusion Left Hand Solution

Illusion (words & music: Barthold) The words left scars After they had silenced To see something grow Only to die away The illusion of you Always so intense Your abscence of emotion The

Angels with the Last Plagues Left Hand Solution

Angels with the Last Plagues (words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Mårdstam, Selin, Holmberg) Innocence in shape of angels - Sanguine My bloodstained skin veiling the dance of veins Afresh

Memories of the Tragedienne Left Hand Solution

Memories of the Tragedienne (words & music: Barthold) In the tragic play A marionette of the clock Pages filled with a chronicle in blood Scents and sights,come back to me My life in memories

The Bleeding Left Hand Solution

The Bleeding (words & music: Barthold) Trees cut the wounded sky Of autumn it hangs dead Clouded in silver Of autumn it hangs dead Like a voice from within begging me to stay The same as the

Final Withering Left Hand Solution

Final Withering (words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin) The yearning for your blood I would yield my death to you Tonight under the moonlit sky You will walk with me Among the shadows A

The Futile Passion Left Hand Solution

The Futile Passion (words & music: Barthold) In the gallery of lost hopes We stand as mortal shells In this futile passion Let the whorish smile seduce you In this sickness we all carry Let

Nightbloom Left Hand Solution

Nightbloom (words: Barthold, music: Mårdstam, Barthold, Selin) Seeding silence from words unspoken As you slowly fade Symbols of lust, never be broken But in the dawn you´ll wither away

Missionary Man Left Hand Solution

Well, I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin My mother told me good, my mother

Real Solution #9 white zombie

Real Solution #9 Who will survive and what will be left of them? Apocalyptic dreams see the ordinary madness Who will survive and what will be left of them?

Shadowdance Left Hand Solution

Shadowdance (words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin) In this dance The saltest kiss to embrace you And take you to me A silent opera to entwine you with darkness As shadows are illuminated

Tears of Bitterness Extol

Divine security, heartfelt certainty But my faith was soon turned to doubt When everything around me fell apart A broken foundation No unity remains, I was abandoned Left alone, put away, God forsaken

Solution Tesla

Down to the wire, on the end of the road Down to the wire, and the kids don't know Mother Nature's on her knees, and we're the reason of her disease Hangin' off the ceiling, climbing up the

Thorns Left Hand Solution

Thorns (words & music: Barthold) Dresssed in white Stained with blood On her naked feet A silent dance she dances In the forest where the trees Scream out in agony As they reach for A faded

Exit Wounds The Script

entry point where love went in And ricocheted and bounced around And left a hole when you walked out I`m falling through the doors of the emergency room can anybody help me with these exit wounds

Worn Away Left Hand Solution

Worn Away (words & music: Barthold) On a dying meadow Emotions torn The whitened flower Moulder once more All these years worn away On a dying meadow You lay with me On crumbled earth

씀 (Bitterness…) 필름사운드, Ldy

my way 혼란스럽다는 말론 표현이 안 돼 Oh 밖은 변해가도 아무것도 할 수 없는 나인 걸 버틸 수 있을까 꿈을 꿀 수 있을까 나는 점점 겁이 나 궁금해 My destination 필요해 A few motivations 내 맘을 너에게 써내려가도 알 순 없겠지만 미래의 넌 나의 모습 보면 무슨 말 할래 다 알려 줘 Oh Could you tell me the

Solution Hillsong United

compassion Hey now As we hold to our confession Yeah It is not too far a cry To much to try, To help the least of these Politics will not decide If we should rise.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there.

Same Solution Nothingface

loss of those They really loved you And now youre cold Im sorry that youre next, so go Whos next?

Birth Of A Hero Kamelot

He was a young boy about to be a man She loved him so oh please don`t go Down on his knees the blade passed with ease Shoulder to shoulder as it pierces her heart Out in the fields the boy becomes a man

Multiple Stab Wounds Malevolent Creation

Honed adge of deceasement, carving the sign of evil bliss. Body left perforated, innocent victim of a twisted sickness. Face slashed beyond recognition, broken pieces fall form the skull.

Bitterness Rising Paul Weller

Unfit to live in just about fit to burst Like the banks of a swollen river As bitterness does its worst Working on your feelings eating you all up But you have to shed that shit to move on And let love

Unreleased Bitterness My Dying Bride

Adorn magnificent costume For I come to judge the world Be with me here in my dark place Let yours be mine Cut me and I do not bleed Heat is my body The poor and simple fools Equal under my presence Lift

In The Grip Of A Tyre Fitter's Hand Budgie

You got your feelings Your old fashioned feelings About the world and its ways No retribution No simple solution I think we're caught in a maze And all the plunder That feeling down under It tends to gnaw

Louise Robbie Williams

[Human League cover] When he saw her getting of the bus It seemed to wipe away the years Her face was older, just a little rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried

Louise Human League

When he saw her getting of the bus It seemed to wipe away the years Her face was older, just a little rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she walked

Old Wounds Try The Pie

You are wheeling down The same roads I thought You had left by now Given the damage they've caused I don't see it all But I see a lot And you're caught in the here and now I see far beyond You wanted it

Am I Supposed To Apologize? Maria Mena

I wrote a song, a journal Gave it to the world Told the story Of when I was just a girl I sought understanding Clarity in truth By baring all the wounds Inflicted on my youth You criticized my

Wounds Masterplan

I have walked this road before So hard to find unopened doors Lost my way but i have to stay for a while I'll be searching for more And my wounds are real I must rise from the sorrow And find my

Revolution Dr. John

Blind eyes of justice, deaf ears of power Dumb lose our money Left us in a desperate hour Economy Driving me out of my sanity Rebellious, Revolution Is it the final solution? Final Solution!

Pale Sun Cowboy Junkies

Pale Sun Cowboy Junkies (Pale Sun, Crescent Moon) Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn a steady aim and he bagged his game

These Wounds Front

See you as I see me Try and find my life again Willing to forgive not My life it feels so bad Time it can not heal these wounds All I really want is you One last time my hand Although my hands

Fly Lina

My whole life's in frames Boxes of worn out hand me down dreams Pictures of us.. collecting dust Why do I keep all the things I don't need It just clutter my days and my mind Memories of your kiss Jealousy

Louise The Human League

When he saw her getting off the bus It seemed to wipe away the years Her face was older, just a little rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she

Lousie The Human League

When he saw her getting off the bus It seemed to wipe away the years Her face was older, just a little rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she

ISLAND OF SHAME Lagwagon

One summer morning He left us ashamed In some small town of small ways The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand And he died alone Don't leave them on - an island of shame

Another Foot To The Shovel The Famine

A torrid kiss ignites the flame With these swollen hearts the fires will rage A scar from the past sends icy rains The warmth of love will turn healing to pain Past scars. Jaded.

In Flames In Flames

Behold the heart of mine in flames A top the highest mountain, below the darkest depths In the valley of hate I wander My frost bitten heart is set ablaze, set ablaze Ravage my soul Plunder my mind Branded

Man In The Womb Zao

This man sits staring, left lost in hand You want a real solution?

Scarred Left Hand Solution

Scarred (words: Barthold, music: Selin, Mårdstam) Submission For what lies beyond? I subject myself to you It´s not visible But this scar cuts so much deeper