Paradise Lost Erased 1. Erased 2. Two Worlds 3. I Can Hate You 4. Deus 5. Self Obsessed (Live) 1. Erased [Holmes/Mackintosh] I don't owe anything I don't owe anyone Shoot pride for all its worth I don't belong In a situation now That I could not repair I assert myself to sleep Show others that I've cared How cold is this poor life Lay ashes at my grave If it takes me away from you A subtle gesture I don't know anyone (cherish my religion) I don't know anyone (faith is only fiction) I don't know anyone (cherish my religion) I don't know anyone (faith is only fiction) This is erased I promise not a trace This is erased I promise no delay not a trace 2. Two Worlds [Holmes/Mackintosh] The sense required is all too vague Within my faculties, building me This awesome presence longs to see The times I've fallen The times I've failed And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain The sense acquired is all too grave With less than one percent left in me This awesome prison locked and sealed For times I've borrowed, for times I've failed And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain And I've never heard a whisper And I'd never speak of pain Two worlds are the same tomorrow To all I seem inane 3. I Can Hate You [Holmes/Mackintosh] There's no provocation There's no sense of fear There's no adaptation There's no sorrow But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you Without limitations Without bitter years Without annihilation There's no result But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you There's no provocation There's no sense in tears There's no litigation There's no product But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you 4. Deus [Holmes/Mackintosh] Like I am, in awe who makes Like I am, in awe who saves? Life's golden themes unmade Life's golden dreams where I live for the hour And sentimental rage And all these things are made Will all these things remain? Blind hours we all embrace Blind hours were all replaced Life's golden years abstained Life's golden years where I lived for a passion The melancholic days And all these things are made Will all these things remain? 5. Self Obsessed (Live) [Holmes/Mackintosh]