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now you belong to heaven

[This song dedicated for my mom and dad,, hope you're smile there,, miss u mom and dad..] You will missed someone most when they are gone so when your family still complete. Love him/her most coz you will never know when they are gone :(


"Dancing In The Sky"

Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?
Is it peaceful? Is it free like they say?
Does the sun shine bright forever?
Have your fears and your pain gone away?


'Cause here on earth it feels like everything good is missing since you left
And here on earth everything's different, there's an emptiness


Oh-oh, I,
I hope you're dancing in the sky
I hope you're singing in the angel's choir
I hope the angels know what they have
I'll bet it's so nice up in heaven since you arrived


So tell me, what do you do up in heaven?
Are your days filled with love and light?
Is there music? Is there art and invention?
Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?


'Cause here on earth it feels like everything good is missing since you left
And here on earth everything's different, there's an emptiness


Oh-oh, I,
I hope you're dancing in the sky
And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir
And I hope the angels know what they have
I'll bet it's so nice up in heaven since you arrived

I hope you're dancing in the sky
And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir
And I hope the angels know what they have
I'll bet it's so nice up in heaven since you arrived
Since you arrived

Dani And Lizzy - Dancing In The Sky

Now You Belong To Heaven - Mari Olsen [OFFICIAL]

Disturbed performs a track from their album Immortalized, live on Conan. You can see the video here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk7RVw3I8eg



Disturbed - Sound of Silence *Live HD*

I look up prick in the dictionary, 
It's something like thorn wounds from a Bush,
And eight years later we gave him a push,
Maybe we should take a look at the books.
How to react to the common fact,
That maybe what's next might be the same?
And they say it's the people who are to blame,
When it's the politicians who put us to shame.
Well it's just me;

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

I felt like they felt in history,
The same old thing as sixty-nine,
And they tell me "don't worry it will all be fine."
But their fucking pockets are deeper than mine.
They try to cover our eyes and ears,
Putting those filters on TV.
Censoring what we hear and what we see,
When they're all teeming with disease.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Spit-Single

Spit

Introspection from a
dead reflection through a
shattered prism

faced deception
from a poor intention
causes war's invention

separated sides
entangled by the flowing lies

more distraction from a
corporate bedlam
so much wretched tension

death's confession
in a new religion
full of second guessing

distance has decided
how much room our shadows have to hide

forcing all our time
into categories of the mind

riding on the tide
the ending matters if we tried
debating our own lives
to an empty adversaries eyes
left lonely with our missing gods
and a solitary picket line
begging for a love that's blind
never satisfied with
what we find

Bogota

Five musicians came together from the chaos of life, bringing with them their own elements and influences. The result, defies conventional expectations of formula. Simplistic and layered, the sounds embrace a diverse and eclectic gamut of audible interactions. Striking familiar chords while simultaneously expanding to uncharted spaces in the contemporary world of music.

Spit

The Alpha Process