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30 Seconds to Mars [Europe] (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · Into the Darkness Into the Void (Black September) · Sound into Blood into Wine (Puscifer) · Teared Into Pieces/Thrown Into Desolation (Izoy) · Into the Wild Life (Halestorm) · Into the Wild (Uriah Heep) · Into the Wild [Original Soundtrack] (Eddie Vedder) – and 90 other albums »


In our world, malaria kills a child every 30 seconds
11 million children die every year of malnutrition

(To all new arrivals, welcome)
In our world,
the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
out into the grasshopper night and we seek the righteous poison
Sunday morning in speedway, why'know the people come around for a reason
Sunday MORNIN
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer
seconds to get out of town, boys,
"Or we gonna blow ya ta Mars."

Well, they all got back in the purple bus
And proceeded to the city limits.
Then
What do you need to prove?
The woman that you turn into

[Chorus]

The memory has never been the best, you want a second chance

You stand around
the trees 

Second dawn 
Meet the sylvanlings 
Passageways into the deep 
Invitations to explore the forest 
Lions gales and chambers 

A tree trunk
and cast them to the sky
He stared into the setting sun and made the mournful cry

When your dealing cards with death the joker's wild the ace is high
B.O.B
What's up, what's, down.
Ladies and gentleman we are entering into the fifth dimension
And I mention we gone.

Right on right on
B.O.B
Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry
Fainted when the book
you bump that 
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat" 

[Wild Child] 
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
the desperate gaze of the whole wide world
You turned into a spaced cowgirl
Spaced cowgirl
Lock up the medicine chest
This wild wild woman is way out west
towards suicide
Mars god of war masturbating in rage
Wild libido I've freed from its cage

Male Supremacy

I eat the brains from my enemy's head
I
to the last
Be more than war Friction in Mass
Sacred Laws of old
And ancient spells
Are never lost to those
Born of The Well
The icey wastes of home
Bred into
It's gonna happen by itself
How you ever gonna know unless you give it a try
I dare you to just let it go
I bet ya turn into a wild animal

All I
a barfly's nose,
Back alabama roads, the Grand Wizard's robes, red as china,
Rubies, leather bridles, stirrups, red as sticky gooey syrup,
Red as cavier, mars
to turn on ET, cause I'm a gossip freak
And I gotta know who JLo is marring this week
A 30 second spot welcome back to Are You Hot
I was plannin
beware
Look into my rear view mirror
They're closer than they do appear
Another minute I'll be far away
Another second I'll be shifting gears
betcha never thought you would here it like this 
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris 
See, I ain't into the game 
I'm true to the gang
(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well you've got your bags together
And you're off into the new world
The mother is impatient
With four sons
She wanted four
the oceans 
Found their way into the valleys and the canyons

We were hoping to be whole by now, Hoping to bring healing down 
Around us in our violence,
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction

we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers. 
We breathing life back into
and comin' in five seconds
Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots
I rap hot, like black glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnected
Then sprayed like
apart
You gotta take a chance girl, you gotta lead me by the hand
And turn this wild one, into a family man

Many miles been between us since I walked