The city breathing The people churning The conversating The price is what? The conversating This place is heaven I put on lipstick The price is what?
VERSE1: I was born into this world Little bitty baby girl And when I look at why looking so glad In a racist world Now it's a difficult process The matter
A quick bullet: a tough one to dodge (no one ever does) It cuts fast and deep (picks your bones clean) And you just have to let it bleed I know the pain
Empty men without regrets Leaning against each others shoulders Open spaces fill the gap Where reason reigned and fell And I see vapour coming out Of
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Send out a sound for the wood between the worlds Gently repeat as the boundaries start to swirl Keep to the call that is twice now liminal It's not the
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes
Inside your mind you hide a madman Your world is spinning round Insanity has driven your life Your masquerade has run aground Time against you now!
You tried to taste me And I taped my tounge to the southern tip of your body But bones are too heavy to come up Squished into a single cell of wood Wooooood
Is it strange? Is it weird? They come in search of truth We must be on the spot There?s only me and you [Incomprehensible] and you were fine All your
utter abomination. manipulate the circumstance to gain a stranglehold to your pathetic existence. you dont...you arent...take every opportunity to stop
Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun In a waking city, I'm a loaded gun I came home tonight to no one Not a sound, then it starts Something
"it's always too early to speak..." the fire found a new gathering place the day you packed your things and ran away to save your face from seeing me
Here lie the towers so tall Strange, they tumble and fall Time softly playing the chord Could be lost in the void Do your eyes see it all? Gone like
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid) There's a song you might remember It's been played a thousand times. And the words they keep returning, I know every single
(Latimer/Bardens/Ward) Out of the mist rising Ten thousand navajo braves Shining like golden eagles in flight Climbing high on the plains Born of the
Blinded behind walls of Self built stained glass Focus enters eyes well watered At last, the eyes with vision split Hewn end to end, life force leaked
Live on Endless running - rivers red I see the ruins fallen in my head No sign of liberty on any face Lost by the tears of more than one race More than