Jonathan Davis:. Came to see him. for you only might find. gone take my lay. for you and I will find. Form to see my fates. I cannot ever find. Places I care for.
Well she comes from the land. Of Valencian winds. Deciduous daydream. Dressage 'round the bend. See sometimes just maybe. The mistress of when. A triptych of new touch.
I know I'll never be good enough. And I don't care, 'cause I'm never giving up. . How does it feel when you can't hold your own?. And how does it feel when desperation has left you alone?.
Let us pretend love for the day. The life we live alludes to things away. Suppose in youth the soul depraves. But now suppose the truth's beyond the grave.
Oh, another face joins the crowd. It's time to impress, time to prove yourself. You don't realize. That in a year's time you'll be over this. . Moved on to the next trend.
The hands of time. Are frozen in this moment. I can't spit it out. For fear has overtaken my voice. . Waiting seems impossible. Different stages. Waiting seems impossible.
Your eyes won't open. And I can talk until I'm blue in the face. I want you to die a simple death. Like a heart attack or a bullet in the brain. . To this sound.
He's thinking of the hungry rats. Inside his stomach and he knows that. Nothing ever changes anyway. . He can see himself there. He knows that look, it's called despair.
You're my victim of perverse delight. I'm the serial killer tonight. Every moral bloodied and stained. Cascading red I can taste your type. . Swallow you whole in the backseat.
I pretend to sleep while she cries at night. Then slowly dries her eyes. Vacant are the words of mine. That say we are alright. . I don't want, don't want to be.
Send me an angel. Send me an angel. Right now. Right now. . Send me an angel. Send me an angel. Right now. Right now. . Do you believe in Heaven above?.
There's something new in my way. I thought about him all that day. Sitting at home, dying alone. Then again, who am I to say?. . We both know I've been down that same road.
Lies. Only lies. Spoken by runaway eyes. I don't hear what they say. When they talk this way. Though they say everything twice. . Spiders and flies. We're caught in a web and we're eaten alive.
Often Guests forget their things. Leave their hats, their coats and rings. Other people leave their stains. Leave their shadows leave their pains. . Some people leave their bones.
Hearing sirens rush away. Fear inside of me. Tearing down my innocence. Scream their mad confession. . Hear the silence deafening. Hear the flies descend.
(featuring Bilal, Jorge Ben Jor, Positive Force & Talib Kweli). . [Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing). . [stic.man]. (to the ancestors). can't keep quiet. this time gon' be more than a riot (to the warriors).
Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez. Song Sharp Shooters. Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520. [email protected]. . (stic.man). Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it.
Know what I'm sayin. Life is like a game of basketball. They just want niggas to run jump and shoot. . chorus:. . The game of life is a struggle to survive.
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose. Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools. I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose.
Your tradition, I'm getting so sick of creating. Your tradition, this music to please you. Your tradition, the way it used to be. Your tradition is the very thing that blinds you.