were trying hard to pretend We had it all back then Now we're waiting for the silence to end Waiting for the silence to end Waiting for the silence to end
me (Yes, yes) Makes me want to be with you (Yes, yes) If we wait for an answer (Yes, yes) Will the silence be broken (Yes, yes) Should we wait for an
' come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball
Watch your motherfuckin back [B.I.G.] Eat a dick *click* Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a
go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine
- let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace for our children, for our country, for our world, for our future
sad, silent song Made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking I lived by the window As he talked to himself This silence of tongues
sad, silent song made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking I lived by the window as he talked to himself This silence of tongues
glow Waterless desert in blood Demon's . . . Silence in ether Hammering my head Awareness, loneliness, and I Demon's A dying wreck No sleep, no complaints I'm waiting for
As time runs faster, moves towards disaster The ferryman will wait for you, my dear And then there was silence Just a voice from the other world Like a
game for the novice to play Repeat not a word lest ye be forewarned The punishment of Hell's darkness and scorn Repeat not a word of the sermon said A
that we've done Just thrown away And I don't want to live like this today For the last four years I've come to butt My head against this wall For all
isolation - immolation by my desolation. I spiral down the cortex vortex - though to live this live I shan't be forced I'll break my vow of silence -
a fire in my heart - but I can't breathe for the smoke, seems that I'm living proof my life's a practical joke. There's a wind in my sails (but I have
in his frightening hand ...just a second-and I Know:I smile upon my glittering death; ...the moving pendulum... ...Agitation of spirit keeps me awake While I wait for
awaits is a nightmarish end What I'm saying, do you understand? Do you know what it's like to feel inadequate? And the future ahead has no place for you
a breeze. With his hot cargo rolling, though silence is golden, somebody had called the police. In a bar in Juarez, a gal named Inez, was waiting for
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for