I'm ahead of the fall Drifting out of paradise Taking exit 95 It's to close to call I'm not afraid Crossed the unidentified Discovered that I'm terrified
that I hear Or I'm just not so clever It can't be me I know somebody else, believes this Well I'm not alone, I'm not afraid Just one way to see after
voices that I hear Or I'm just not so clever It can't be me I know somebody else believes this Well I'm not alone I'm not afraid Just one way to see
Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and (Hook) I'm not afraid to take a stand Everybody
blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean
we find out and in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that (now & then) cause people often talk about being scared of change but for me I'm more afraid
stench of burning corpses Faces in the mud Am I dead or am I living? I'm too afraid to care, I'm too afraid to know I'm too afraid to look behind me
counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar, I shoot for the moon But I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin' And I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid To take
you go wrong I'm confused about a lot of things, but not with my fate So I'm depending on your holy ghost to guide me the way See I'm a sinner in the
-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep I floss my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe to ya back I
out In some kind of way I take a little comfort from that now and then 'Cause people often talk about being scared of change But for me I'm more afraid
as my me I of the storm you of the sea We of the moon land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set
that I hear or I'm just not so clever? It can't be me, I know somebody else believes this Well I'm not alone, I'm not afraid, just one way to see After
not quite beautiful- [JACK'S MOTHER] I wish my son were not a fool. I wish my house was not a mess. I wish the cow was full of milk. I wish the house
i'll just pass-away or may be i'll stay but i feel alive with you and i fe el some kind of heaven when i feel deep inside her i feel some kind of heaven
