Lyrics:
of Babylon, world famous clear
Ivory tower
Longing for something now
Waiting, hour after hour
Give me some of your power
Citadel, a prison of sorts
Silver couches to recline upon
And ornaments of gold
Silver moonbeams dance in fountains
Below shining citadels
Surrounded by silver gates ascending
are well
Please come see me in the citadel
In the streets of many wars
Hear the panzers come and call
You can hear their numbers called
change myself
Try again tomorrow
I'd love to change your mind
Capture your citadel
How could I change your mind
If I can't change myself
Try again
And I see the citadel of
Media city shining bright
Citadels we stuck together, tooth and nail
Hot head, cold blooded, ain't nothing
We lucky if we make it to be something
Trust issues, what's with you?
Rainmaster
in his b(r)enediction
smug in the task and knowledge
Cut to the quick
Rainmaster
whoop
Citadel
Florida 3-4-9 dot dot dot dot dot dot dot.
shit is in for a whole 'nother bust
Roamin' the Citadel
On foot, eleven when the spliff gave me a rush
Play in the cuts like a DJ
Let me know if you
They'll hang in the wind from his citadel walls
In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold
a dane
On the orders of Ivar the Boneless
(Barbarian!)
(Barbarian!)
Reducing the feeble citadels to ashes and blood stain
Enslaving the sweet women folk
forgotten
You with the arms for the lonely whoever
You with the laugh that could bring down a tenement
Talking your way through the heart of the citadel
They'll hang in the wind from his citadel walls
In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold
to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit
through the citadel
And space is empty behind the universe
The past and future were simultaneous.
Inside your body we feel your emptiness
The light we
creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
It's what it is
It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With
the games of reconnaissance.
Now cause to amend the Zen memorandum has surfaced in every holocaust citadel fix it plan.
12 easy steps to better picket line
on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient
your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take
you that
Back at the citadel
Guards, escort this lad out, take his surname
Guards! Guards! Hey what's your game?
State your intent, my patience wears
my digital citadel
Critical pivotal with the mental shit on you
Spit infinity, hiden energies too dope for our planet
Star spannin, slammin hymms
again
See the gleaming spires of the citadel
The King and queen will dwell
In our hearts
Can Jerusalem be rebuilded here
In this trivial time, in this
in Lowertown
Yeah, while she was at the Citadel
He was getting high as hell
When she came to in the matinee
She was asking round for someplace
Today the sun refused to shine
On this war infested land
Beyond our sky, the lord of life
Sending crossbones tumbling down
Citadel
of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain
Let it rain
Wash me clean again
See the gleaming spires of the citadel
The king and queen will dwell
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