Lyrics:
Do you really know the truth?
It only has one face
Even if you die you've no clue
That man standing by your side
Perhaps he knows the truth
But it
start with things that you hate
Well, hate's a very strong word
Perhaps when people are late
Or getting pooped on by birds
No, what fills you with
It's a pity to disturb
What happens by itself
By greed and hunger
We won't reach it any longer
You're a fool to use force
When you walk through
now how can I sleep
I can't even dream without even?
To help with keep up with the conscience
And by that I mean awake,
Cause now I'm feeling that
So you've been told, that satan owns, a contract to your soul
Or perhaps that he will have a kingdom and a throne
Well now it's time to realize, that
done perhaps I myself?
[Bridge:]
Pieces of a dream come back to me
A dream so wonderful a dream so frightening
Faces in my memories are passin' by
Don't
23 houres - banged up day and night
Beatings - given out left and right
By the screws who want to put you down
Degradation - they rub your face in
shall not find the history of His personal visit
Sewn into my linings perhaps
Nevertheless I have understood
Where the logician watches god hinge all
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
and with my truth I'll share my wine
So come join me
Folk songs will only die if we've nothing left to say
And all our songs are sung by whores
Perhaps I'm
true stars just fading lies
Fireflies
Close your eyes
Dancing so sweetly by
Then disappearing with a sigh
Far too easily distracted
By this
So a red paper bag broke my heart today
No one knows that it came form your hands
The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right
I try to hold some hope in my heart for these African youths
Coming up where I'm from many traps to elude
Surrounded by mostly white and affluent
In the infinity of the Universe
Constellations are observed by a proud man
His whole life dedicated to astronomy and the occult
The invisible art
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by
an iron glove
I change my be
I wouldn't be a machine
Incarnation, of a further level n fear
A gracious lefe betrayed by an energetic stream
"Doin' fine, working hard", he thought that she'd be relieved,
And perhaps a little proud of all the things he'd achieved.
HD's and team captain, a prize
it so much so that it was decided it must be his name
Colombo was the second
Perhaps the name of the ship that abandoned him
The mutiny he attempted
suddenly it dawned on me
I've seen this show before
Perhaps I'm in a warp bubble
Slightly out of phase
Cause it was way back in the sixties
When they called
Siberia! Will win!
Oh no! no! Yes it will will-will-will
The window frosted by your
Ice-cold breath breath-breath-breath
And we'll love and pray frozen
an outsider
Perhaps you've always been mad
Uh huh
We interrupt this program to bring you a
Live broadcast from the Once defunct
But now resurrected lost arts
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger
It looked as if it were taken in the forties sometime
Judging by the style
He could be a killer
Between the cosmic wake of a thousand solar nightmares...Chaos will reign eternal!
And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with
out of reach
And every kindness breathes
The strength that just perhaps we can believe
In a second chance
The evangelists are laughing at our
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