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Searing flames
Buckshot filled
And burst apart

Ghostly visions
By night
Of the man
Crushing down

His ashen hands
On my mouth
His fingers' soot
Muffle

leaks through his fingers, into the soil where one day we all should go
But something wicked has changed the rules, eternal life and peace for him no more

The year passed by and he got some friends
To start up a Rock & Roll band
They got some gigs, so his Mom & Dad
Decided to give him a hand
So to his surprise,

I've seen from you
Broken fingers, black cloth and white heat, disappear me and you
We'll wear our shirts on our sleeves
We'll get the hell out of here

might keep you by the hand
to recover, touch the shore
and rest quietly on the sand
But you crash against new walls
every step is a new problem
You don't

the rush of water
I'm taken by its might

Meet me on the waterfront
Come join this funky ride

Hello, wanna go with the flow
Hello, let's get along with

of days no sense of time
All he knows is what he sees and that's the beast of fame
Rippin flesh to survive imbedded in his fuckin brain
Raised by the woods

I’m singing you a little song
Shut your fucking cakehole and
It won’t take long cheer up, you cunt

Your landlord says your rent is overdue
He’ll

My mic's in my hand  
 And I singin' till the end 
 When the last rythms are dying 
 In the night 
  
 You throw down your ass 
 When your life's got

by the Indian leader fell upon presidents on high
If elected in a year ending with a zero, in office, they will die
In office, they will die

Well, it

the dust from your hand
And the dream becomes a wish
Blown into the sky
Where it can be cradled
By the stars and the moon
Until you awaken to realize
Every

We watch as the world falls around us now
Realizing how easy we've had it all
The collapse of society is at our finger tips
cs the flesh rippers

In this body
lay hosts of hellions
for which no eyes can see
An intra world of misery
seized by these keepers
plaguing and torturing
allot various

the distance cops pass by
Just one step from the heat

The humming of the streetlights
Cuts your nerves off your bones
A shotgun’s barrel clicks
And somewhere

promises, mago mago, even pastor, self don turn Baba Lawo

And if you ask me, if I knack ashawo , rather use my fingers, Shashegbawo
Jah we pray for your

burns between his fingers
Looking around for his foe

Gun in hand
Newly formed plan
Because of no sight of the man
Every Friday night he comes here

remember
What was it she'd said, about his fingers, about his hands?
Something she'd read in a book
Sometimes when you read a word, it looks funny
cs if you

Lay me down by the side of the river
I water feels so cold
Plunge my hands into the fast running mirror
Till they feel like stone

Blood will freeze

stories between the stars

By the midnight hour, the crowd draws near
Feeling each note, clapping hands, shedding tears
Chicago whispers lies and cheers, in

I type the words we dream
On this glowing screen
Each letter lights the way
To things we mean to say

Qwerty keys under my hands
Making plans

of April
Von diesem Zeitpunkt an war die Erde nicht mehr still
I was born by a river in Mantown
Egal welchen Ton ich von mir gab
Alle fingen an zu staun‘

You make me confused
By the signs you give

Broken back
My Fingers stay bent

Feel you pulse around me
Tight and wet

Hurt feelings soft heart
Told

of machines
Wring my soot black hands
And I don't sleep much
Days don't feel different from the nights
With no goals in mind

There's a hole in my chest
From

feel your fingers go limp in my hand 
and i should have just asked you 
is this the conversation you want to have?
 is this the conversation you want?