There was a sign on an ancient veil,. A dream that never really was. She only ever seemed to hope for a world. So surreal to the touch. She doesn't want to wake.
Paralyzed. And never coming back. Even when your eyes are open. Everything turns to black. . Soon forgotten senses. Incubates the soul. Hiding from the light fantastic.
Witches grow restless. The priests are impatient. My legions scream. The gates must be open. . Our master repels. A massage of hope. On through the gates we march.
Grace - in a perfect world. On shines the light. Praise - an angelic song. But there's another side you'll see. Now hide. Salvation easily denied. . Reigns - Down with misery.
I wear the smile, I wear the laugh. I'm in the backstage changing heads. I am a weekday on weekends. I hate my best friends. . Spoken, choked-up, punk man holds this hot drones 's, try and act adult.
[R Kelly]. Wooh, Come on. Its the Piper. Marques... . [Chorus:]. You know we be. Up in the club. Where we do things like. Throw our hands up. All kinds of drinks are.
[R Kelly]. Wooh, Come on. Its the Piper. Marques... . [Chorus:]. You know we be. Up in the club. Where we do things like. Throw our hands up. All kinds of drinks are.
Yeah. You know what's funny?. Seems every time I try to forget about you. My feelings pull you back in. You know, 'cause I got somebody else. And you got somebody else.
Yeah. You know what's funny?. Seems every time I try to forget about you. My feelings pull you back in. You know, 'cause I got somebody else. And you got somebody else.
"Cheat". . [Exhaling]. I dont know how to say this..... Baby, I'm sorry but I cheated.. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.. Check it out.. .
You been saying that you're on a busy schedule. Well I'm standing here today just to let you know. That I'm taking over. Now I hope that you're ready for.
I'm staring at the pillow where you slept last night. It's almost like you're still lying there. And the shirt that you wore of mine. You took it off and threw it across the chair.
Girl I must. Admit that I. Seen some fine ones in my time. But if you dare too. What seems so natural to you. The way you flex. The way you dress. Says that you give love the best.
[Intro:]. Don't you wonder what became of the children of diaspora?. Those that innovated in their ways and their vernacular. Those that saw their traces in the faces of the massacred.
If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she'd say.... ...and the basic translation of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom". But where is freedom?.
[Verse 1]. This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth,. The cradle of civilization, for what its worth,. The land I've never the seen, culture I've never known,.
Through the cracks in the city. I can see the sad traces. Of yesterday's empires. With tomorrow's bad dreams. They'll come back to haunt us. Like the gaze in a mirror.
Fine lines intersecting, knowing they're going to touch. Let them be, sets us free, come with me. Old tree reaching upward, closer to the sky. Touch your face, saving grace, come with me.
So your brother's bound and gagged. And they've chained him to a chair. Won't you please come to chicago just to sing. In a land that's known as freedom how can such a thing be fair.