kill bodies but you can't kill religion This is the truth and peace is the fiction In the land of the killing fountains And millions die with a silent smile Seven days a
mind of a lunatic (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (he's a) (he's a) (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick
/ sacred secrets accumulate dust, aggravate the eye. Incautious laughter after confession. Benediction ------- fictional fear Hidden faces ... Grace is a
I don't want to wind up bitter lost inside a silent rage Or become like Rilke's panther out here locked up in a cage The old man I've been talkin' to
tale I hear, long forgotten broken toys tell me ancient lies of a boy I will sing of them in my fairy tale I was just a silent girl always dreaming of a
Truth is blurry and distorted And my vision stained In my mindless space silent voices wake Speak no good or worth, I feel no gravity Another promise
take everything away from me silent angel... apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction time will tell how far you will go I can
to say I know you It's like you have all your secrets I don't know and never will Like a riddleated pages, nothing new A silent gesture, screaming out
Indestructable digging through the rubble Bubblin we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction Like im running a muck upon a
there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song But the way it is cannot persist for long a brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon It's in the
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the
's why I need to you leave! I'm very busy trying to discover a new science!" [echoes] [Opio] Yeahhh, beats like this you just can't peep It's a natural
hot pepper, that you don't wanna taste to see So just watch me lace the beat gracefully And ain't a nigga got a thang to say My broken language slay niggas
loose and pouring out film lines A roaring flow abounds a warmth and joy that holds you open and apart in steps that never move So children come in find a
you know this beat by silent john gon be some science fiction shit and all you lesser mammals know that i bump this in my new spaceship im a tri lam
quite our stations), fit the world so why speak (vigilance over tired eyes), when all is silent, forever in silence, ( fall asleep is to slip), a chance
. And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut. They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me, this unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction? Was it fiction