out the light
Chorus:
I'm gonna get close to you,
Oh-Oh so close to you.
You fumble for your keys,
I'm six or seven steps behind you -
I'm so close to you.
Are you terrified of me?
What do I know about you?
How did I find out?
You think I'm a fool or maybe some kind of lunatic.
Say I'm wasting my time but I know what to do with it.
It's as plain as black and white.
Chorus
If you knew my infinite charm,
There'd be no reason to be so alarmed.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm some kind of lunatic.
You say I'm wasting all of my time,
But I know what to do with it.
It is plain as black and white.
Chorus
I'm like a hungry Criminal
and your protection is minimal,
So minimal.
Chapter 4
Eighteenth
The Whisper
Queensryche
Cries from the aisles.
The tolling of the judgment bell.
Eyes watched the violence.
The absence of those who have seen, marks the faith of the spell.
Cold, cold is the viper,
stalking the night for the heat
it must find.
Time is the promise,
delivered with stunning consistency,
line after line, time after time.
The innocent victim awaits...
Please take my hand,
don't be afraid.
I am your master,
you are my slave.
Voices are calling me back,
back to the day.
Footsteps had followed me faster... listen.
Screams from a new love,
the passion was burning,
it singed in a stare.
Free under the night sun.
The fear of the hunger will always be
there in my mind, time after time,
the morning will close a new page.
Chorus
Follow the impulse you have, I'll show you the way.
Forget what you've learned in the past now,
Listen...
Sonny stood over the tray of chemicals in the low red lighting. She slid in a piece of paper, using the tongs to fully submerge it. A black and white image developed. This one was a picture of the band from backstage. At the time of the shot, Atkins had just leapt into the air so it was blurred in one corner.
The teenager sighed. She removed the photo and ran it through the rinse tray before hanging it behind her to dry. Ten other students were doing the same thing, developing their very first rolls of film. The instructor wandered among them, answering any questions.
So far, there had been little usable on her roll. Well, you're only on the seventh exposure, she chided herself, preparing the eighth. And this is your first roll.... As she continued with her work, she mused over the past four months.
The tour had finished in March. After a self-congratulatory stop at Disneyland, the band went back home to Portland. By the end of April, they had burnt their first compact disc. They now had five hundred copies that they were selling for ten dollars apiece at the various venues they played.
In May, Sonny had graduated high school with flying colors. Despite several lucrative offers at various institutes she chose to remain at home, accepting a four year scholarship at Portland State. The dark girl had lasted through two weeks of scholastic freedom before she couldn't stand it anymore. Within a few days, she was working part time at a local shipping delivery company and attending a summer course in photography. She'd used part of her scholarship to purchase the camera and accessories needed, putting the remainder in her savings account for the fall semester.
Her goals had changed a bit. She was no longer interested in becoming a news journalist, per se. Sonny had made up her mind to follow a more unconventional path. She was determined to become Warlord's first publicist - doing photography and articles of the band as they gained in popularity. Granted, there wasn't much call for it now, but the teenager was sure that the band would hit the big time soon.
Which was why she had chosen this class. Candid shots of Warlord would eventually fetch a pretty penny. Especially when they became successful and people were clamoring for information from before they had 'made it.'
The next photo began to develop. Sonny blinked at it. "Oh, yeah. That
Chorus:
I'm gonna get close to you,
Oh-Oh so close to you.
You fumble for your keys,
I'm six or seven steps behind you -
I'm so close to you.
Are you terrified of me?
What do I know about you?
How did I find out?
You think I'm a fool or maybe some kind of lunatic.
Say I'm wasting my time but I know what to do with it.
It's as plain as black and white.
Chorus
If you knew my infinite charm,
There'd be no reason to be so alarmed.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm some kind of lunatic.
You say I'm wasting all of my time,
But I know what to do with it.
It is plain as black and white.
Chorus
I'm like a hungry Criminal
and your protection is minimal,
So minimal.
Chapter 4
Eighteenth
The Whisper
Queensryche
Cries from the aisles.
The tolling of the judgment bell.
Eyes watched the violence.
The absence of those who have seen, marks the faith of the spell.
Cold, cold is the viper,
stalking the night for the heat
it must find.
Time is the promise,
delivered with stunning consistency,
line after line, time after time.
The innocent victim awaits...
Please take my hand,
don't be afraid.
I am your master,
you are my slave.
Voices are calling me back,
back to the day.
Footsteps had followed me faster... listen.
Screams from a new love,
the passion was burning,
it singed in a stare.
Free under the night sun.
The fear of the hunger will always be
there in my mind, time after time,
the morning will close a new page.
Chorus
Follow the impulse you have, I'll show you the way.
Forget what you've learned in the past now,
Listen...
Sonny stood over the tray of chemicals in the low red lighting. She slid in a piece of paper, using the tongs to fully submerge it. A black and white image developed. This one was a picture of the band from backstage. At the time of the shot, Atkins had just leapt into the air so it was blurred in one corner.
The teenager sighed. She removed the photo and ran it through the rinse tray before hanging it behind her to dry. Ten other students were doing the same thing, developing their very first rolls of film. The instructor wandered among them, answering any questions.
So far, there had been little usable on her roll. Well, you're only on the seventh exposure, she chided herself, preparing the eighth. And this is your first roll.... As she continued with her work, she mused over the past four months.
The tour had finished in March. After a self-congratulatory stop at Disneyland, the band went back home to Portland. By the end of April, they had burnt their first compact disc. They now had five hundred copies that they were selling for ten dollars apiece at the various venues they played.
In May, Sonny had graduated high school with flying colors. Despite several lucrative offers at various institutes she chose to remain at home, accepting a four year scholarship at Portland State. The dark girl had lasted through two weeks of scholastic freedom before she couldn't stand it anymore. Within a few days, she was working part time at a local shipping delivery company and attending a summer course in photography. She'd used part of her scholarship to purchase the camera and accessories needed, putting the remainder in her savings account for the fall semester.
Her goals had changed a bit. She was no longer interested in becoming a news journalist, per se. Sonny had made up her mind to follow a more unconventional path. She was determined to become Warlord's first publicist - doing photography and articles of the band as they gained in popularity. Granted, there wasn't much call for it now, but the teenager was sure that the band would hit the big time soon.
Which was why she had chosen this class. Candid shots of Warlord would eventually fetch a pretty penny. Especially when they became successful and people were clamoring for information from before they had 'made it.'
The next photo began to develop. Sonny blinked at it. "Oh, yeah. That
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