ONCE I WAS SENT TO BRING BACK YOUR BREED TO THE LORD. THE LOSS OF YOUR SELFESTEEM IS BEYOND REDEMPTION. YOUR HOLLOW - YOUR WEACK - NOW I`M HERE YOUR MESSIAH.
[Music: Mark Kelson and Chris Burton]. [Lyrics: Mark Kelson]. . My hunger for you grows inside me. like an eternal fire burning inside my soul. I long to taste your flesh.
studies in time ond motion. . .. strategic haloween.. a movement to the left. . .. a movement to right in a glossy colour magazine.. and when we find a way to be true - money talks louder and louder.
a nation of millions. of lost little sheep. the mass effects so many. who believe all they see. the media's children. the people of sleep. taught to rest in peace.
A volunteer in his nations struggle. Another soldier in the G.P.O.. The rising failed - our leaders captured. The English grip would not let go. But Michael would return to lead us.
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. . My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch.
Inside his mind. Into the demon world. From there he haunts their dreams. Look at his eyes - Look at his fear. Look at the tears that drip. And the bible that's burning now.
I let rhymes collide. yeah, minds on the prize.. the pain inside, yeah, it made me realize.. I became Artistic, I stayed commited.. People judge quick, but I wont get affected..
Smokin' cigarettes, got a hold of me. long before the summer of 1993. Barley hops and Moutain Dew. used to be my golden rule. long before I graduated school.
ever since you went away. the sun hasn't been out to shine. and clouds they been dropping their blues on me. and rainy day blues are mine. . and i don't care how far you roam.
she picked up the telephone, all she heard was dialtone. she really thought she heard it ring this time. she said what am i thinking, i must be only dreamin.
You caught me lookin' at you. Tryin' hard not to show it. Tryin' hard to control it. Hopin' you wouldn't see. . Yeah, but no one could blame me. You're so one of a kind.
Will it make me feel even. Will it make me feel right. Will it solve all my problems. Solve my life. . Make me a believer. Make me a believer. . Lost.
My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing. . Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrims' pride. From every mountain side. .
you've made me empty promises,. the ones you cannot keep. you tried to take us to the top,. but dropped us on our feet. at the time that i had met you first,.
And the blue bird over my head. Is waiting for the sea to dry. And the farmer standing on the bridge. Is hoping that the fish will fly. . And the boat on the bay.