The sands of time. Are running more than speed of light. All dimensions. Are taking us to the same place. . The gate is open. And you can see a great new world.
The time is getting over. And everething you hear. Are echos of the past. All that you see. Is the fire in the sky. . The human race believe. The end is coming near.
Keep yo hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take it there. And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care. Uh-huh, uh, what. . Ain't no other cats got love for me.
[Drag-On]. Uh, let's go. Whoo! Drag-on baby. . [DMX]. Come on. . 1 ?[DMX]. My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me. My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me.
Carry on, you must feel that, you have something to die for.. Infact, you can't afford to, take time away from you.. Don't want your pitty!. Just once.
Backstreet Boys, Boys 2 Men.. I never wanna hear that crap again,. but there's Nothing Good on the Radio.. (Nothing!). No there's nothing good on the radio.
Wake up to the darkness of another day. You're determined today you'll get away. But all too soon you find that your day is set. And you haven't figured how to get out yet.
Sitting in my room. Come to take me away. Me worry? What problems?. . I've seen them come. And I've seen them go. And I feel happy when I don't know. .
You want a perfect prefab world. Where the boy always gets the girl. But the world's not really like that. Where knights in armor slay the beast. And every peasant gets a feast.
living -- if you can call this living. thinking will it ever go away?. dying -- there's all these people dying. i'm conscious of it every single day. [chorus].
Make up for the lack of reason. I tried to compromise. I can't forget that the shit that you fed me. Had been draped in lies. . This circle is never ending.
Fast, a cleansed soul rebirthing. See to be and understand your flipside. . You want nothing in return. You want nothing in return. You want nothing in return.
The 1800's, before the inception. Of modern day ideals. Fake grip of appeals. . Straight to the street run, no barroom virgin. Double vision, cocaine.
Close the door. Lay in bed. Cigarette. Aching head. . Never try, never try. You either do it. Or don't waste my time. No, no, never try. . Frustration.
Sick of a sickness, a reoccurring nightmare of. Convulsing through slow tempo dance. Liberation requiem, stamped out curriculum. Oh, that doppelganger laughing, manifesting wings.
Fuck long sight and Levenshulme. Same goes for Stockport and Hulme. We doing alright, just post-house blues. 'Cos this is Northenden in the afternoon.
They're throwing rocks and paving stones. So lets go while we can. Put your finger on the map. Who cares where it lands. 'Cause we're all better off in New York.
There's no need to pretend. Finally those days have come to an end.. It's been a difficult road,. Waiting makes it better, that's what I've been told..
Colors in the buildings. Flashing through the windows. Telling me the day is through. So lets go out and put it to use. Time I just can't afford to lose.
If I could only turn back time. To the days when you were mine. I'd wrap you up with these two arms. And never let you go. . I'd say the things I didn't say.