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Published on Oct 28, 2009
Music: http://ccmixter.org/people/queeniemusic Arising like the dead on a sharp November night The fog, the dark, the autumn air They fill me up with fright And bring me back at once, at last to be lost one more time they say you have to lose yourself to really find your mind Dogs of hell off in the distance Hearing things when I don't listen I see myself in others faces I laugh as I try to embrace it I am lost yet I'm alive the world sometimes seems to have died I run away from all this noise the agony, insipid joy I run away, this fear, unknowing the darkest fog is always showing I'll fight until the end of time I'll never let the world inside because I fear that if i do it's as if i've already loosed maybe i am still confused but can not tolerate being used and yes, this fear is really real emotions, nerves they truly feel and if i won't find home one day at least be lost in my own way a farway and yesterland an island in the sea the little lighthouse all alone laughing, ecstacy i laugh, this cosmic joke and cry and wonder where am i cringe beneath the bluest sky i'm lost but i'd rather be lost in truth and tragedy than lying in ecstacy