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Per Second, Per Second, Per Second... Every Second (Wheat) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres: The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Energy Rush: 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fresh Wind... the Second Sound (Micah Stampley) · Second Wind (Delbert McClinton) · A Fresh Wind... the Second Sound (Micah Stampley) · Second Wind/Keeper of the Flame (Delbert McClinton) · 7th Deadly Sin (Ice-T) – and 90 other albums »


1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
haunted by her effigy,
Through the wind, she comes to me.

Annexed, misgiven girl, the angel of the sea,
Surrounded by fragile words and promises she never
The night will see the future
Don't you know by now
The long and lonely night,
I finally see the light
Like a demon's dream, lights burning
my starkest thoughts
No language known to man
Portrays my naked sentiment

A bolt of blazing gold,
Swallowed by the waveless sea
The ocean-winds
in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning
angel'

She ascended slowly from far
or hate? 

Wait by my side. count the seconds till I die. 
Hold my hand. 
Smile and tell me that you care, 'cause I'm scared now. 
Now when I stand
An angel of exile Slave to the betrayed Beware of those who collect feathers Fury of a mob raised by the horns of indecency Crawling as knives are
to the new-born King! 

Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the favored one. 
Veiled
things and walk
To the harbourside, I glance back
One last time.

Fleeing our nation, our problems
We leave behind.
Ships by the tenfold sail
Out
things and walk
To the harbor side I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation, our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out on the tide
The earth the wind the sky the sea the birth the life the air we breathe- the truth
The lies the in between the hate the love the waking dream

All
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'

People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture 
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
I’m just a drifter, in endless seas of whispers
I just need some shelter, give me shelter from the wind

Oh yeah, I thought I’d have it figured out by
want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend
But I predicted
I lost heaven the second my ship sailed
But survived long enough to tell the tale

Hold on
There's something in the basement
Chained
and the beeches shook their heads and they
Answered:' Not to you.'
Victor came to the meadow where the wind went
Sweeping by: Cried:' O Father, I love her so,' but
make it all the way to heaven
And we keep bellin, yo G Z it ain't easy tell em

[Warren G]
Its the second time arizzound
You know we gotta clizzown
That shaped your world from your birth
I am the vast volumes of knowledge 
Spanning all across the earth
I am the whisper of the wind you feel
But
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class