Almost Human
Artist(Band):Voltaire
What did I ever do to you
that you should treat me this way?
is it really such a crime
for an angel to speak his mind?
in time I'll try to shed some light
if I were a big boy I wouldn't cry
but since I'm not a big boy I'll have to cry
what did I ever do so wrong
that you should cast me from grace
though I love to rule in hell here
how I miss the taste of heaven
its soft and cool embrace
if I were a big boy I wouldn't cry
but since I'm not a big boy
I'll have to close my eyes
and picture what's it's like
I'm just like you
made by he
despised by they
I'm almost me
I'm nearly human look at me
I'm almost a human being
I'm just like you
made by he
despised by they
I'm almost me
i'm nearly human
pity me I'm almost a human being
I still remember your light
It was streaming down
and burning out my eyes
If I were a big boy i wouldn't cry
but since I'm not a big boy
i'll have to close my eyes
and picture what it's like
I'm just like you
made by he
despised by they
I'm almost me
I'm nearly human look at me
I'm almost a human being
these tears are real
I'm jealousy I'm spite and hate
to the core I'm mean
I'm nearly human look at me
I'm almost a human being
I'm just like you
better than he
to hell with they
I'm almost me
I'm nearly human
Pity me I'm almost a human being
don't touch me ahhh
I couldn't bear the thought of it now
don't touch me ahhh
I couldn't bear the strength
don't touch me ahhh
I couldn't bear the thought of it now
touch me touch me touch me
don't touch me touch me touch me
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
"...being Goth, for me, is seeing beauty, and its coming destruction, at the same time. For me...It's the last dance as the walls are crumbling around you..."
Between and Beyond
Beyond good and evil
Beyond black and white
Between hell and heaven
Out of our sight
To only love or to hate
It is all the same
Pure action and reaction
With only you to blame
Is there a tolerable gray
Between happy and sad
Can any one point out the line
Between genius and mad
Must you really die
To know the meaning of life
And to truly understand joy
Must you have experienced strife
Blank
It all piles up
Sadness, pain
Hunger for love
Fed by hate
Surrounded by corpses
Physically alive
Their souls are dead
Sheep followers
The norms
They will live their lives
Be happy
Have a family
And have a car, a house
Lots of money
But when they get to the end
And ask them selves
What have I accomplished?
Their minds will be black
Clean slate
A canvas doomed to stay
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