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goes by so fast
He kisses me gently with his lips
It's near what once was far [Repeat: x3]

My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
so fast?
What do I have left?

I won't be your Martyr anymore?
No longer victimized by your scorn?
Nevermore the passive one in this War?
'Cause
A thousand more shall rise
Who looking on with scorn today
Tomorrow looking with surprise

(Chorus "A" - repeat three times)
With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns
We need to change our ways
Doin' the same thing we did yesterday
Making beats, getting high
Chasing freaks, feeling fine
Its just the same old
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
To the void - your minds disappear
Last inner corpses denied
Dream in blood - scleromeninx feel
Scorn in sight - the victim tears

[Chorus]
Death's
Gyal you pussy tight sumtin inna hip
Gyal you nuh fi left come yah likkle bit

A di fatest pussy that mi buck up pon
One of di jaw wear 3 kilogram
of the present
Fear of the future
Septic schizo [Repeat: x3]

Stained by blood on the face
I see that my life goes by in front of me
As an old movie. I feel
of scorn cadavers rise
Angered fury in their eyes
Solemn rage, a need to kill
Feasting on holy hordes

Evil curse is carried forth zombies rage
Burning
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hands
Just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
grieve in their lord,
Their redeemer in flames
Fanned by the scorn of the children
Who now curse his name.

Sire of sin,
You embody me
Undivine...
to abnormally born and scorn wit a man's face
Indeed watch the moon bleed, we lead by example
Loop my life in time, stretch it in a nine like a sample

We rock
to the Euro beat
Yeah, gonna be so cool
Twisting by the, twisting by the
By the pool

We're twisting by the pool
We're twisting by the pool
Twisting,
on the move
I think about givin' it up sometimes,
And gettin' in a diff'ren groove
But I just let the days slide by,
Get goin' with the flow
A four beat's
A goblin smiling by a flash of rune
The being of nothingness part with his domain

Vast extent of already forgotten beats
Observing his face with its
was after me
Three's a nasty girl like Vanity
Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity
Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is
the fire is hot 
shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop 
We warn niggas that we coming then we hold up the blocks 
scorn niggas like their
(Chorus 2x):		All you can eat!
(Verse 1):
(Prince Markie D): 	$3.99 for all you can eat?
Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat!
(Kool Rock Ski):