my mind Chop a tree, pay the cost I rather have a glass of you that's fine Come on over baby 'round 7, chill in your favorite chair You can watch a tape
s great defection Now it's flourishing in one dimension Love went over the wall Was it pushed or did it fall? The official story was a 60/40 split Cut with a
-- Life from the rock shall now break free..." And as the last arcane words are chanted A bolt of lightning leaves his hand And in an orange acrid smoke A
fool, I ain't waitin' I'm 5000, so much for gold Daytons I hit a side street and circled twice Shook 'em like hot dice Parked the toy in a driveway '
wide Want to examine, oh, the thoughts that seem to circle inside Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by I'm so over, I'm so over you Let
pull the sunlight through me Coming down into Miami, Miami Make a circle in the sand Make a halo with your hands I'll make a place for you to land The
could pull the sunlight through me Coming down into Miami Make a circle in the sand Make a halo with your hand I'll make a place for you to land The
a guide The last wave of sanity Rolls over my frequency Skyline under water field The depths above the high seas A twilight house keeper Dim-on dim-off now A
over, it?s over And so I'm never gonna dance again It?s over, it?s over And so I'm never gonna dance again It?s over, it?s over And so I'm never gonna
will fill your mind with reconcilliation after a long struggle Then when my time comes I'll walk into the bosom of your realm To become part of the circle A perfect
Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless Since I last saw you I been lookin' for a purpose Well I met this kid who thought like I did He had a weird
In perfect orbit they have circled As the light of many worlds falls softly on their skin And days here pass like minutes One moment of brilliant daylight
cuss, man I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
cuss man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
it), bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous, never wild shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a
... The missing... The torture... The madness... The sadness... Can this be? Or is it? The shadow cast before me... A walk inside your circle... Protect
quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap