Sirens are wailing, systems are failing. Another line has been overrun. Bombers in the air, raining hatred and despair. So many that they cover the sun.
We boarded the plane for another show. Our new adventure had begun. We took the plane to Helsinki. Lookout Finlandia, here we come. Another flight, a new destination.
I'm lookin' back, back in time. To a place where the heavens shined. It was the land of my fathers, the land of my kin. This is the place that it all begins.
It's raining again the cats are sad. Your presence looms in an empty room. Now you fly may you find your dream. Brother to the Sea. It is what it is. You are who you are.
Oh woodsman oh woodsman can you spare that tree. Thunderbolt flashin' through the trees. Spirit on the lotus by the green oak door of Hercules. Roebuck in the thicket where the branches braided.
Hij is een kind als vele kinderen. Hij is niet meer en ook niet minder. Maar als je praat, zegt hij bijna nooit iets terug. Hij kan de hele dag verdwijnen.
Bought me a bargain basement laboratory. With a rack and a humpback elf.. Then I sewed together all the glory i'd collected. To immortalize my good self.
You've got clueless commentators. Telling folks to stay inside. You've got light investigators. Pulling shades and terrified. You've got powers of the darkness.
Forty day tear. Got roadwear. No-doz braking,. Breaking, breaker. Caffeine shakes. Can't feel my legs. Three quarters dead. Motel ahead. Just give me a table.
What was that crack I made?. Swung a hammer wrapped in suede?. Like a lick from a lunatic beatnick. Knock you senseless as I Babble On. I strike between the lines.
Kisses that kill me are my friends. I'm wasted on nothing now but you again. Shifting the colors from room to room. I'm burning your images with my attitude.
To far, to see. Back up while we still have the time.. Out on you're own, for long.. Finger to the bone, but I can't get you off my mind.. . I, wanna know how you're blinded..
Bedtime stories just got the hook. Allegories that stay in the book. So much was simply over. In the little bit of time it took. So come on and trace me that arc.
Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you. Now tell me, what are you gonna do. Now tell me, what are you gonna do. When we come at you?. . I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me.
(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Slim Thug). . [Intro: Slim Thug]. Working my wood, through my city. Breaking boys off, every night and day.
Sunday morning up with the lark. I think I'll take a walk in the park. hey, hey, hey, it's a beautiful day.. I got someone waiting for me. when I see her I know that she'll say.
Broadway Mary is conversing with her sleeve. She talks with cats they speak to her in Portuguese. Her eyes are clear and grey focused somewhere far away.
Three days out from her hometown. Something overheated something broke down. Hit Las Vegas like we might belong. It seemed for a minute that we weren't so wrong.
And I'm frustrated with myself. But I can't change. I don't want to be me anymore. And all of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks. That tell the time tell me this is just a phase.
Digging deep into the ground. Black gold seeking, hell bound. Enter dark shafts. Early up and old. Wrecking themselves. Misery unfolds. It eats their flesh,.