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And live in secrecy Descend The future said Descend We're free until the end All aboard the submarine Guided by a laster beam Like a ghost in the machine
[Chorus ](2 Times) Intro: Live by and die by the power of the voice The voice of strength, the voice of reason The voice inside of me, the voice inside
burst like blossoms in the garden. Can't you hear the voices from across the sea Calling from the ruins of the garden Calling out to you, calling out
relieved from All the torture and pain After fighting war for Values sacred and holy In the history of mankind Your name will remain Guided by your fearless
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back Guided by spells from the old seer's hands You're suffering pain only steel can stand Stay well on your way
has left of her is a song He first saw her Standing by a cabin door Her song was ringing Out in a voice so strong and sure To the lonesome valley
me from her) But she leaves the ones that won't let her go (I can't have her, save me from her) I always hear her voice when she calls Guided by her
of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold You can feel cold sweat Running down your neck And the dwarfs of falseness Throw mud at your back Guided by
daddy's farm, was "Son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool" In the magazines, I saw the naked women I heard about the drinkin'
all, cradle to the grave We're just animals still learning to behave All the hate coming out from a generation Who got everything, and nothing guided by
Daylight has finally reached it's end As even fall strikes into the sky Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight Sickening souls cry out in pain
to go A million voices are making the cry a million lives that are waiting to die A million families are wasting away split by decision it must go
can you have a face Of an angel And let the devil insideof you Take control We tired of hearing these Little voices crying out From far away saying
crops in when it turns cool." In the magazines, I saw the naked women I heard about the drinkin' and the bars If my daddy could've caught me, he'd
refuse to stop Get sweated by them sell out cops And I wink 'cause I pin the opposition I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach So listen up
knowledge drop Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop Get sweated by them sell out cops And I wink cause I pin the opposition I'm on a mission to preach
feeling inside me If I had a voice, I'd speak If I knew the truth I'd leave Believe the lies of me To make nothing out of me And there's a voice
be measured By how much it takes a city by surprise By how far back old timers go to remember The last time a blizzard stung their eyes Last
To lend my voice, To something so beautiful. We only get to live one time, But twice did my life stood in some sunshine. I could lose eyesight, I
else The ma**es and your madness Are the voices in your head They're smashing out your windows That you worked for beneath your bed You live right
and your manners Are the voices in your head They're smashing out your windows That you worked for beneath your bed You live right fucking 'neath it So
that belong to me Rock bottoms where we live, And still we dig these trenches, Bury ourselves in them, Backs breaking on the tension For far too long
the revelation Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin' This ain't no J.F.K. Check the I.F.O.-out the box Fresh like sightings on FOX
Their homes all smell of time Of old photographs And an old fashioned song Though you may live in town You live so far away When you've lived too
or would rather steal is a mystery. So don't judge me by the colour of my skin; My blood runs as deep as your runs red, Which takes me out of the verse.