• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Reckoning - Ani Difranco
• Re-awakening - Peter Hammill
• Reckoning - Andrew Peterson
• Reckoning - Killswitch Engage
• Reckoning - Unloco
• Reckoning - Undying
• Reckoning - Wicked Wisdom
• Reawakening - Moments Of Imagination

you can doubt anything if you think about it long enough. cause what
happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that. and it's hard to feel
like you are free. all you seem to do is referee. i remember when it was just
you and me steppin' up to bat. and win or lose, just that we chose, this
little war is what kills us. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also
what thrills us. we thought we left possession behind. the truth is i was
yours and you weren't mine. i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was
said. cause nothing is as it appears. and the fun house mirrors of your fears
on a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head. and
win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. and either
or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. and you know i don't
care how fast you run just tell me baby that when you're done with your little
marathon that you still have cab fare home. cause the finish line is a shifty
thing and what is life with reckoning? and baby you are still the song i sing
to myself when i'm alone. and win or lose just that you chose this little war
is what kills you. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what

If you catch me running along by the sea, with bare feet in
the sand, then you'll know I am dreaming my life out in a way
you won't understand.
I'm slipping right out of your mind, this I know, and I accept
the fact lazily, for I must go into the next field,
where grass is green and I'll find peace.
Let me sleep!
Let me dream!
Let me be!
Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
when I was a child, and so I know
the best way to go is slow.
Sometimes, when skies are cloud-grey, and trouble's hanging
heavy on your mind, I advise you: curl up, slid away and
dream your life out, as I am.
Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
when I was a child, and so I see
the best
way to be's asleep.

I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight
Tall trees are bending to your will tonight
Let the mighty bow down
At the thundering sound of your voice
I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight
Every drop a prophet in your name tonight
And the words that they sing
They are washing me clean, but
How long until this curtain is lifted?
How long is this the song that we sing?
How long until the reckoning?
And I know you hear the cries of every soul tonight
You see the teardrops as they roll tonight
Down the faces of saints
Who grow weary and faint in your fields
And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
Down the faces of saints
Who grow weary and faint in your fields
And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
I believe You will come
Your justice be done, but how long?
You are holiness and grace
You are fury and rest
You are anger and love
You curse and you bless
You are mighty and weak
You are silence and song
You are plain as the day,
But you have hidden your face--
For how long? How long?
And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning
The storm is past and rest is beckoning
Mighty God, how I fear you
How I long to be near you, O Lord
How long until the burden is lifted?
How long is this the song that we sing?
How long until the reckoning?
And I know that I don't know what I'm asking
But I long to look you full in the face

You are no God to me
You are nothing to me
This is the reckoning
Enjoy this while it lasts
It won't be long before it dies
You've stolen lies, and broken dreams
No man can be your deity
You are no God to me
This is a reckoning
You are nothing to me
This is the reckoning
Not enough
Nothing, not enough
No man can be your deity
You are no God to me
This is a reckoning
You are nothing to me
This is the reckoning
And I will be there
To see you fall
You are no God to me
There is the reckoning
The betrayed, will now see the truth
And the broken-hearted, will finally hear
You will be judged
You will be found wanting
And we'll be there to see you fall
You are no God to me
This is the reckoning
You are nothing to me
This is the reckoning
And I will be there
To see you fall
You are no God to me

What's your problem
Can I tell you
Sick inside your mind is all I see
Now you're looking
Point your finger
Take a look at yourself
That you point at me
Take your pride
Swallow your pride
Walk before me
Trash you will be
Life that hates you
I degrade you
Be pathetic and lie
Through your skin
I'M NOT GOD
But I can be
I'M NOT GOD
But I can be
I'm not god...
What's your problem
Don't you like this
Don't you like this in your world
Child before you
Life before you
I'm the spine that's in your thorn
I'M NOT GOD
But I can be
I'M NOT GOD
But I can be
And I'm so over you...
SO BURN
I'M NOT GOD
But I can be
I'M NOT GOD

Ashes to ashes, forever we fall down
With broken dreams we're blind to see
What twisted words they tell
In a sky that's without stars tonight
Where Nightmares grow so real
How far we fall, forever lost in broken concrete fields.
In a world that grinds so ceaselessly
Where the wheels of culture turn.
Where machines of hate speak hideously
And heaven's brightness burns
Offered up the fruits of slavery
Sown - the poisonous seeds of forgetting
Grow choking vines like bitter tragedies
And piercing thorns unseen.
And so runs the world away
On scriptured lies
The ash of memory
And so we fall away
On scriptured lies
The ash of memory.
In the withered tongues of love we'll speak
Our whisperhidden heresies
Ten thousand years of bondage
And their cultures black disease
May this bloodstained tale come to an end
Blessed are we who without hope at history's end
And we have buried what we have known of love
Come hollow eyes and unseen thoughts and brutal selfishness
And these scars of hate will never heal
These wounds that do bleed dry
Our mother earth condemned to die alone and she does cry
As we have grown deaf to the ceaseless roar
Of paradise burning forevermore
Choked with ash those dreams within us
Are waiting to be born
Let us speak of god
Let us speak of pain
Let us speak of suffering, sin and hate
Shut tight our eyes to their hollow lies
In this broken land of the dead
May silver tongue screams fall upon deaf ears

I m tired of this weight
I m tired of your words
Your voice
Your face
Leave
There is nothing here
*But this fool of tears
My pain
Your rage
*Clear a way for you to fall
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
Oh yea
Now, now that I can live
Now that there s no fear
My thoughts are clear
See, I no longer bleed
Now that I am free
To sit and think
*Clear a way for me to roar
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
Oh yea
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
Oh yea
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning
This is the time for reckoning

“Reawakening”
High is a mood that I travel in occasionally
Thought I’d tell you, and I…
I felt reluctant at first
It’s not always wise to of course
Disagree and disengage
From now on I’m writing essentially
Whatever I have in mind
I walked forward not knowing what lied below
Consider this to be
A reawakening