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I left a note on the bedside table
But all I wrote was a messed-up fable
Maladies, analogies, everything but apologies
The architect of my own betrayal
I found a place I can clear my thoughts
I can finally be alone
But I feel no elation
There's nothing in my heart
There's nothing in my heart
No light from isolation
There's nothing in my heart
There's nothing in my heart
I closed my eyes to enjoy the freedom
I looked for lies âcos I longed to see them
Honesty, hypocrisy intertwined so impossibly
And self-respect is the death of reason
I found a place I can hear my thoughts
I can finally be alone
But I feel no elation
There's nothing in my heart
There's nothing in my heart
No light from isolation
There's nothing in my heart
There's nothing in my heart
- Álbum:
- For the Journey
- March of Progress
- Dead Reckoning
- Subsurface
- Critical Mass
- Hypothetical
- Clone
- Extinct Instinct
- Psychedelicatessen
- Wounded Land
- Miscellaneous
- Nuclear Blast Showdown Winter 2015
- For the Journey (Bonus Version)
- Music In Progress, Pt. 2: Progressive Metal & More
- The Ravages of Time - The Best of Threshold
- Hypothetical (Definitive Edition)
- Nuclear Blast Showdown Spring 2013
- Subsurface (Definitive Edition)
- Nuclear Blast Showdown 2007
- Nuclear Blast Showdown 2007 (Digital Only)