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“Twisted Truth” - I'm not guilty, that is what I plead. (They are trying to prove he has something to do with this felony) Brought to this place for something one did - but not me. (They are trying to prove he has something to do with this felony) Ball and chain are hanging over me. I hope that my lawyer finds a way to prove my morality, or here's where my end will be. Damn crooked trial, I’ve been set up. How can they say I committed the crime? That weasel guy, he says I'm guilty. You know that is a damn lie! Your honor please – can you believe this line of twisted truth? Just let me go. Accusations, crucifying me, (They are trying to prove he has something to do with this felony) false exhibits and witnesses paid for their tongues. (They are trying to prove he has something to do with this felony) I should wake up from this evil dream. Or I could just spend the rest of my adult life filing appeals, hoping to escape the chair. (Damn crooked trial, I’ve been set up. How can they say I committed the crime? That weasel guy, he says I'm guilty. You know that is a damn lie! Your honor please – can you believe this line of twisted truth? Just let me go.) Before I go, I wanna know, can someone say “He’s OK”? Why did they frame him, why do they blame him, why don't they let him go? Don't blame him, he's faultless, he is an innocent man. Set me free. Just let me walk away and set me free. (Damn crooked trial, I’ve been set up. How can they say I committed the crime? That weasel guy, he says I'm guilty. You know that is a damn lie! Your honor please – can you believe this line of twisted truth? Just let me go.) "The Avenger" - She was raised as a swift assassin tutored by the best minds money could have bought Now grown, she's leaving the castle, looking for the killer of her royal dad There she comes flies through miles of skyline chasing her opponent with a brazen glare They stop, observing each other reaching for the sword hilts And the fight is high among the clouds screeching metal sounds Waiting for an opening to strike there can only be but one of them announced the winner in the end Hours have passed, they've butchered the scenery starting to feel the weight of their destiny trying to fight the numbness as well as the heat unable to cheat, their exhaustion is showing as they compete High among the clouds screeching metal sounds waiting for an opening to strike there can only be but one of them announced the winner in the end Here's her chance to finish that evil dance and be free to go home High among the clouds screeching metal sounds fending off attacks from left and right feelings set aside You can see them high among the clouds screeching metal sounds waiting for an opening to strike there can only be but one of them announced the winner in the end "Another One" - Always online, searching for a thrill that will allow me to pass the time, make it intriguing. This one looks fine, I'll lure her in and use my charm so she won't stand a chance. I like the moment when everything begins. Though it's a point not implied, ask, and it won't be denied, having no plans for you and I, we'll be together for a close and affectionate couple of days, then I'm done. Off to look for another one for me. After a while, lust takes a short break I seem to make long, starting to feel anxious to move on. Guilt set aside, I had my doubts: Is she the one I have been hunting for? Yet I cannot deny her the truthful words. (Though it's a point not implied, ask, and it won't be denied, having no plans for you and I, we'll be together for a close and affectionate couple of days, then I'm done. Off to look for another one for me.) It's when I say goodbye, that I recall the many times I broke it up and found the next one. (Though it's a point not implied, ask, and it won't be denied, having no plans for you and I, we'll be together for a close and affectionate couple of days, then I'm done. Off to look for another one for me.) “Wake” - I find myself beside your hospital bed, bright lights reveal your eyes still closed as they have been before. I smell the scent of jasmine filling the room, your nose might catch its drift, drawing, intoxicating. I try having one-sided dialogs now, your ears should sense my tone, stroking them as it whispers: open your eyes and say that you hear me! Don't make me wait anymore. I call softly for sleeping beauty - arise! (unwise) I try to improvise: I'm asking louder - open your eyes and say that you hate me! Don't make me wait anymore. Waiting for your unplanned waking, while I pretend taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand. I see Frankie between some records I brought, he asked you for a dance, but you declined politely. (Why won’t you listen to me when I ask you to Wake?) I rub lightly the tip of your cotton gown, so thin that with no words my hands could tell your skin to open your eyes and say that you want me to leave. Waiting for your unplanned waking, while I pretend taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand. We'd go dancing and be just like Fred and Ginger, (I'll even let you lead if you don't like my moves) and then I'd give you flowers - the ones you love, that go with your evening dress. We'd hold hands at the movies and make faces as Tracy and Hepburn kiss. We'd share ice-cream for dinner, and I could tell you all about when I had hopes for me to stop… Waiting for your unplanned (I have been waiting) waking, while I pretend (anticipating) taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand. “All Stuck-Ups” - All stuck-ups proclaim being better than all the rest, not realizing that they are filled up to here with that bullshit. All stuck-ups will boast they're of higher intelligence, though looking at them makes you think their nose is far above their brains. They believe that your function to fulfill is to serve, to behave. In their eyes, you are but a tiny bug, a harmless flea they could crush if they thought you were a nag. (All stuck-ups proclaim being better than all the rest, not realizing that they are filled up to here with that bullshit. All stuck-ups will boast they're of higher intelligence, though looking at them makes you think their nose is far above their brains). By all means, rarely does my face appear on silver-screens, magazines. Yet, it seems I'll step on their achilles heel at such extremes, they'll have to deal with their lack of self-esteems. (All stuck-ups proclaim being better than all the rest, not realizing that they are filled up to here with that bullshit. All stuck-ups will boast they're of higher intelligence, though looking at them makes you think their nose is far above their brains).