Lyrics Whispers and Lights - Soilwork
                                                What 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                choose 
                                                    a 
                                                path 
                                                of 
                                                no 
                                                return?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                tools 
                                                to 
                                                ruin 
                                                my 
                                                life?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                you 
                                                gladly 
                                                accept 
                                                and 
                                                steal 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                time?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                    I 
                                                control 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                missing 
                                                and 
                                                where 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                end?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cover 
                                                my 
                                                eyes...
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                blows 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                humanities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Getting 
                                                an 
                                                option 
                                                this 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                rise 
                                                (to 
                                                rise)
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                purpose 
                                                of 
                                                being 
                                                when 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                alive?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                like 
                                                living's 
                                                my 
                                                reach 
                                                for 
                                                something 
                                                outside?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                on 
                                                you 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                what's 
                                                ahead?
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                not 
                                                you 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                waiting 
                                                me 
                                                around 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cover 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                (cover 
                                                my 
                                                eyes)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                blows 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                humanities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Getting 
                                                an 
                                                option 
                                                this 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                rise 
                                                (to 
                                                rise)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                blows 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                humanities
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                it's 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                face 
                                                whatever 
                                                may 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whispers, 
                                                whispers 
                                                and 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whispers, 
                                                whispers 
                                                and 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                World 
                                                exist 
                                                by 
                                                massive 
                                                sociation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lecture 
                                                the 
                                                darkest 
                                                of 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                declaration
 
                                    
                                
                                                Exile 
                                                binary 
                                                rich 
                                                all 
                                                out 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clenched 
                                                up 
                                                soul...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clenched 
                                                up 
                                                soul...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clenched 
                                                up 
                                                soul...
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                choose 
                                                    a 
                                                path 
                                                of 
                                                no 
                                                return?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                tools 
                                                to 
                                                ruin 
                                                my 
                                                life?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cover 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                (cover 
                                                my 
                                                eyes)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wind 
                                                blows 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                humanities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Getting 
                                                an 
                                                option 
                                                this 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wind 
                                                blows 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                humanities
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                it's 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                face 
                                                whatever 
                                                may 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Owls Predict, Oracles Stand Guard
2 Parasite Blues
3 The Living Infinite II
4 Leech
5 Antidotes In Passing
6 Drowning With Silence
7 Whispers and Lights
8 The Windswept Mercy
9 Realm of the Wasted
10 Vesta
11 Let the First Wave Rise
12 The Living Infinite I
13 Tongue
14 Memories Confined
15 Entering Aeons
16 Loyal Shadow
17 Vesta
18 Drowning With Silence
19 Owls Predict, Oracles Stand Guard
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