it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo! That boys hot enough to melt hell burn
you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her That
Ceiling Ceiling connects to the sun Burning inside everyone On a side, plug-a-fied sire One Million Demonstrations have been heard My hair burns when
it bust it Bout to freak that shit [Black Thought] Check me out yo, yo, check it out Uhh, as we descend upon the city of schemes See the image fadin
You act like a king but you ain't got a thing In your mind And now there's nobody home My belly is aching Your image is blown Your lights are burning
paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out Please let me out Please let me (Chorus) Branded like an animal I can still feel them burning
was over this time And we know there's still a fire inside And we know, and we know We're gonna let it burn Let it burn Till the image fades away ...
vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out Please let me out Please let me Branded like an animal I can still feel them burning
my head, over and over Things I never told her that just made me sad And it drives me insane sittin with a vision stuck with that image burned into
burn les stereotypes, les apparences on faya burn tous ceux qui marchent pendant qu'on avancent ils preferent propager leurs mefiances on faya burn faya, on faya burn
, distorting Reach the ends for you Burn a hole right through Talking, we keep talking Filling empty space In this lonley frame As the image fades
on you But sometimes It's burning a hole right through Let's talk about it Staring at photographs Post it on the wall Images smiling down The
depend on you But sometimes It's burning a hole right through Let's talk about it Staring at photographs Post it on the wall Images smiling down The
Calling, distorting Reach the ends for you Burn a hole right through Talking, we keep talking Filling empty space In this lonley frame As the image fades
to talk sense to myself But I just won't listen Won't you go away Turned yourself in You're no good at confession Before the image that you burned me
other cities, Get it straight when you're upside down, Things are looking stale, It's time to float around I was sick of the spirit, Sick of image and