IQ - Harvest Of Souls lyrics

I. First Of The Last Long before the living past Had ripped it all apart Something still remained until It flashed back to the start Where it stands nobody saw Behind the blackest eyes Show them how you're stronger now It pays to advertise wisely Day after day with you in my head I said some things I shouldn't have said For reasons unknown that I now forget I gave you no love which I now regret What I'd give to hear again Those everlasting songs Why did all the accidents Contrive to fall at once? Only day after day with you in my thoughts I never knew time was so short For once in my life I wasn't alone With blood on my hands, how could I have known? Used to be the great white hope Once I walked on water Now I barely stay afloat Balance out of order With every sympathy worn away Who can I return to now? For the time that I have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul Someone to rely upon We disconnected and Heaven sent Sheltered in dead air Hidden everywhere II. The Wrong Host The sky lights up above America The world is lost but loves America When the eyes of children See the ones left standing And the rest begin To finally understand The hand of God defends America And who would not defend America? We've got light on our side We're in pole position So praise the Lord And raise the ammunition high Raise it high Hide where you can We will shoot you where you stand I've walked a million miles Upon an open road And once in every while Without the will to carry on Hours held me too long In one location An old familiar tale A glory to behold A work of genius The greatest story ever sold As you sign on the line As you do what you're told All you sell is your soul I've been this way before I've seen it many times Collision on the track The fiction turning into fact No-one dares to look back Best you start to prepare For the harvest ahead All you lose is yourself III. Nocturne I'm brought to life with a series of shocks I realise that you are gone from my life And still I cling to the fear of the dark Don't follow them for they don't care how you are And I'm finding a way of being Accepting life all alone And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing A way to live on my own It wasn't hard to believe in the lie Although I've come to know it wasn't my fault Why does the world continue to spin While everything around me grinds to a halt? And I'm finding a way of being Accepting life all alone And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing A way to live on my own IV. Frame And Form Mine is a real fine line I get harder the higher I climb Shine like a star so bright Anybody can see anytime No-one will want to follow This will be gone tomorrow We enter an age of permanent doubt Where we communicate without words But I must be heard So I cut through the smoke and the noise Mine is a real fine line It imagines it's one of a kind Goodbye to all expression Farewell to superstition We enter an age of permanent doubt Where we communicate without words And the noise expands As it covers the lie of the land Shine like a star so bright Till we shut out the light Put out the fire Cut through the smoke and the noise Lately I've been talking to myself Been remembering and doing little else The road ahead is anything but clear Last time around, where did we go from here? V. Mortal Procession What about some golden hours? I was alive, certainly you were wrong Anyone can be persuaded Given the time, we all scream alone What about this good for nothing Season again? Everything's come and gone And I can't believe that I'm not Watching you, I'm in a sorry state Return to ordinary thoughts now If you can The words I hardly understand Gather 'round me While I wait What about those colder cowards Arming against lost intelligence? Anyone who saw me crawling There would have known that I was normal once Return to ordinary thoughts Too young to take the stand But old enough to k** anyone In the days when love divided up the looks No drastic means were used like rod and hooks To enhance what nature's sculptor had designed No augmentation needed to refine In the valley of the dollar, we rejoice For plastic is the currency of choice And beauty born is strictly for the birds Your cash is fine but credit is preferred When I held myself aloft I walked across the water Now I barely cut across Lives are getting shorter And they open up another door To a border far below For the time that I'm allowed There's a new horizon But a soul as cold as ice Is nothing to rely upon If I'm hanging onto angels' wings Then I'm safer in the air Do I still qualify Suspended from on high? No other sanctuary have I VI. Ghosts Of Days And when the eyes of children See past the ones left standing And the time has surely come To understand who we are Slowly the fires are burning Bearing their silent witness And the living past returns To reap the Harvest of Souls