Lyrics:
nigga
Come one, come all niggas get the beat down
Retreat, creep or feel the heat
Of the Breed sound collect facts
Then attack like I'm s'pposed to
Ya
invade (can't invade).
With every step, we feel the beat (oh-oh-oh),
In this rhythm, our haven, our retreat (our retreat).
Let the night ignite the spark
going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin
A little tin soldier's marchin by
Sergeant major unzips his fly
Pulls his weapon from his camouflage pants
Slaps away til it starts to dance
A shootin
at sunset
For the clouds swim swiftly by
The ripple's true reflection
Asks not how, what, when or why
The golden sun is magical
The ground and water meet
retreat
When maimed by words
And some won't give up
Until they're heard
Some would rather talk
Than walk in the sand
And let the silence speak
Underneath
A prisoner
Constricted by hate
Born to unleash dissonant rage
Breathless
Drowning in anger
Stifling breaths suppressing my screams
Retreat from
Farewell, intentional
It seems we've met defeat
But nothing's invincible
Except my own, dark deceit
This warm heart is stiffened
By the cold
Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland
Population converted one by one, thousands upon thousands
Like scavengers
down below ascend
Daylight
End night, end flight
Retreat in a dive to the earth
To the shell known by my friends
My stars wait for me
Me to return
I
It's not so much that we got closer
It's that her face just got bigger
And by the time it was taking up my whole view
I figured my face had got
shores
No retreat
In the sand we were left
Corpses rotting in the sun
Eaten by flies
No graves for us
In the furnace of hell
We burn, no mercy
A landing,
Enslaving the human race
Replaced by Elite - Tronic Beasts of another plane
The end of the world is flashing right before our fucking eyes
Being fed
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
Inwards all things pressured go –Sponges – drop their Tents –
The Mirandising Brain retreats
From risk to precedent –
Blades by Hammers flattened out
coughing
Slowly hating
Passive waiting
Fire burns
Endless flames
Among the ashes
Find my remains
It concludes
Bit by bit
The sequence is
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
I used to think it black while at my country seat
Now I'm peaking in so many ways
The gloom is in retreat
Yes the dark epoch is over I've found
would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front
would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front
she a woman or a man?
I asked her to dance and I took her by the hand
She held me so tight, it was hard for me to stand
Built like a lumberjack, I
The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud
Skimming by as eyes of the past
But
apart
At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart
She stepped in ecstasy
Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies
Freed into love's reacquainted dream
[1a:]
Tell me I'm only dreaming and I'll believe you
Can't see how this could be true
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise
I look for
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