Old Father Abraham, pray let Lazarus come. And dip his fingers in the water, come and cool my tongue,. Cause I'm tormented in the flames!. . Old father Abraham, pray let Lazarus come.
A relentless pounding beat. Herad clearly in a world of conformity. A restless heart, a drum. Word Warrior. Lives in the second stares. in the whispering.
Fuck the government,. Fuck the government,. Fuck the government,. Yesterdays dole check is already spent,. Shit I forgot to pay the rent,. The government doesn't fucking care,.
Smoking joints and getting really, really happy,. Smoking joints and getting really, really happy,. Smoking joints gets me really, really high,. Smoke so much think I'm gonna die,.
I see him walking down the lonely street,. Torn clothes and his bleeding feet,. Walking the street with his head down,. Sick of being driven into the ground,.
Some people are dickheads,. They don't give a shit,. What they preach to others,. They don't care who they hurt,. Dickheads are really fucked up,. They get off on hurting others,.
I don't give a fuck about the MrK,. I don't give a fuck about the MrH,. I don't give a fuck about the MrE,. I don't give a fuck about the government,.
Observe. . Time to, awake. You, are one. Are one, with all. All, is one. Is one, with you. . Time to, observe. . Observe. Observe. . You, are more. You, are greater.
If we are to love again. The pain must end. If we are to live again. The pain must end. . And I don't know. Why people go. And we're left alone. . If we are to start again.
Well you know there's a lot of ways to, describe this world of ours.. It's a complex place, sitting in space... . But lots of people have tried their best, to try and, figure things out..
Good Evening. . How many sports were played today?. How many goals were scored and saved?. How many cars did ya see crash?. Who won the race? Who came in last?.
I used to know better. Now I don't know what's worse. Having it all maybe. Or having nothing for sure. . Shoot for the moon. Getting lost in the clouds.
In a pool of wishes, wish for only time. All the things you're missing, throw it down inside. From the bottom you will be, hiding everything you know.
How many times have I said to myself. This means nothing to me. What doesn't kill only makes me stronger. So comforting to believe. . But in these strange days I find.
Voice of Eujena. Brother Cane. . From his youth he sees inside. a slow parade of storms. Lessons learned from fear of nothin to lose. The voice remains it sounds the same.
This time. Maybe I was the killing kind. I go. But my leaving has gone awry. . These days. Am I losing again?. The patience bending out of shape. Inside out my poor escape.
Sleep. Just a reason to. Escape. All the dog wars. . Track. Every move they ever. Make. And I'm religious one time. . Blow apart understanding. Will it ever change?.
You know the tricks of the trade. You can hit the soft spots at the center. Dish it out and take it back. Riding on the wave of your pompous ways. But I know that sooner or later.
Oh yeah, I got no time for spending at home. That ain't what I need. 'Cause every time I get you alone. It makes me want the finer things, yeah. . But you confuse me with a schoolboy.
I'm retravelling this lifeline that's so close to home. We are on our way to West Point. Where your perfect, blond cousin will throw his hat up in the air.