& a quiet surrender This could be for ever more As long as I succumb & suffer in silence Love is like a battlefield Where words are soldiers & talk is violence I'm just
to my hero Calling out just to hear your name I'm falling, I'm falling down I'm falling, I'm falling Calling out just to hear your name
thugs and pimps and style What we continue the tension like the Simpson Trial Wake Up Show, come to class just to pass the test Or be on your deathbed
discover So take courage Take your chances And one day you will find your answers The world is spinning On its axis And your galaxy collapsing Just
only make it stronger We can't, we won't surrender We can't, we won't surrender So tell me where are we laying your cemetery Don't try to silence and
Push your care, push your burdens aside. Erase everything inside and leave just one thing on your mind. You only live once so just go fucking nuts.
See she just got home fom tours, she's a bit to tired to spar So she clocked Storm over the head with my man Wyclef's guitar All silence is ceased, out
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
Welcome to the sound Of slamming two feet on the ground Overwhelming delight Come surrender my enemy When you just unveil It's repulsive mirror in bits
water. To bring him eternal pain. His soul is slaughtered. Eternalizing bane. Scream in silence, noone shall hear his cries encaged. The unroyal king, surrended
Just another face in the crowd, wandering towards obscurity Driven by dull desires of a worn out routine Stagnant in the suffocating silence of emotional
're fighting to the last Driven by your hate Awoken us No one will surrender A storm will break the silence This storm will break the silence Nothing, just
your own grave And the gods they are silent Or can not be found Searching your mind for correspondence from Joseph and mary and their only son Is their silence
jumbo pack of pens Like the ones you buy for birthday's For children of your friends My inner guide was screaming look out beware I silenced Miss Righteous
thugs and pimps and style What we continue the tension like the simpson trial Wake up show, come to class just to pass the test Or be on your deathbed
pale reflection of a deeper need below Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul Silver stared in silence
the silence A vow to test the breath of time until forever ill be forever yours Not just tonight I'm by your side for all your life till death comes
the machina, and yet what could i have done? i bowed my head and just injured my neck. what could i have said? oh yes, TS, i have stuttered your words