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Break the Cycle [Japan Bonus Track] (Staind) · Cycle (Cycle) · 7 Day Cycle [Clean] (Ebony Eyez) · Song Cycle (Van Dyke Parks) · Repeat the Cycle (Rightmind) · Break the Cycle [Clean] (Staind) · Vicious Cycle (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Break the Cycle (Cory Lamb) · Break the Cycle (Cory Lamb) – and 90 other albums »


circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms 

Where's the lay of the land
My son
Raised by you,
You made me.

In your shadow,
Angry.

Like Father
Like Son

Mirror of your image.
Victim of your damage.

Like Father
Raised by you,
You made me.

In your shadow,
Angry.

Like Father
Like Son

Mirror of your image.
Victim of your damage.

Like Father
Vielfour fiery
Four corners race- stretch infinity
Cataclysms celebrate
A whirling soul ablaze with spirited gleam
A silence made sullen by
The wolves of war feed 
Religions of hatred passed on 
From the father to son 
No turning back 
The cycle of vengeance has begun
By a dark deed done
Was disclosed in divination
Death of a dead man's son
Deranged, deprived delivery
Darkened his decor
Ever-loathesome,
and manly sons 
Ireland's most exciting saga is, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The
Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centerpiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic
Psychotropic pulse
I am the chosen one Satan's son
A flash of shivering stardust enlightens
The truth beyond the portals

Reality's borders fade
Replaced
Lonely, Lonely, Oh Woe Is Me
Oh Owe is me I say
The complex cycle I go through almost everyday
To my dismay, I imagine being in this set
Me
to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts
the cycle to be completed.
I'm walking through this autumnal mist
where everything dies
and where everything's anguish and loneliness.
I mortify my heart
by, you be groovin' in the midst
of my cycle, every move I make is vital

Crucial, official, brothers sayin' "L we miss you"
Much love to all
Or the scowl of my grimace 
Or the meanness of my rep
'Cause we represent a truth, son
That changes by the hour
And when you open to it
Vulnerability is
could break the cycle let nobody lie to you 
Then maybe put our sons and our daughters in private school 
Cause there's a mission we gotta finish before
to say it reminded him of Jazz Cats
See he told me that this game go in cycles
Example, Sisqo amping like Michael
Expect nothing but fire, it's
Its routine, people seem to go through a cycle
So confused, to choose between the bible or the rifle
Watch em stifle
Yo me an son gone escalate this
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect
the softest  substance in the world
At yet, it can penetrate the hardest, rock
Or,  anything granite, you name it
Umm.. water also is insubstantial; by that I
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
With a sin for me, separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetus
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
fired by a gun
forty-eight hours, two cycles of the sun
I couldn't run from the shock that paralyzed my tongue
it made not want to speak a word to anyone
slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Gave another nigga credit for inventing my flow
I'm a child of God, witness the rising son
From the cradle
husband is beating up your son?"
Next thing I knew that family packed up and they were gone

Back pressed flat against the wall
And they hit me with