Where's the muses cave the isle of the dead The sign of Eph is gone so is the sun Tired and confused I sail into the night With the devil at my shoulder
Seasons will rain proportional matter As singularity lacks space until it's forgotten Violet light manifests in itself in patterns All can be everything
On another plane- I'm out of here babe I'm sick and tired of making the grade If I threw you a lie could we still be that close? Another bridge to cross
[bushwick bill] And fuckin two of the finest bitches around g; It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin
Skeptical research of mind control Fear of philosophical consequences Theories given to master and use The hidden abilities of your senses [Incomprehensible
Me 'n' Oliver 'n' Virgil was in the drugstore killing time When my eyes fell upon this magazine And I got to reading this article on sky-diving and parachuting
Beer makes you weary But you need something to get along You stare at the flatness Beside the dark home They'll not hear you whisper This isn't where
Strangers just the other day Walked right up and asked your name Vodka in the afternoon Drunk so much we left our food Ebony now here we go, moving
Die Rahmenkasten haben andere Formen in jeder Ebene jeder Schicht Sie sind angefullt mit milchig-gelben vollgesaugten Zellkulturen Es lagert sich an
Couleur ebene Douleur et peine Un jour tu ris un jour tu pleures Un jour tu vis un jour tu meurs Couleur ebene Douleur et peine Noir et blanc
I feel worried that my brain is just a fool in your sick game So I will never open my heart I try to express how I feel But it changes every day and so
Leonie a le torticolis Leonie a descendu la nuit Leonie monte sur son pony Ici y?a moi, ici y'a moi Elle n'est pas la Du haut du mat La vigie me crie
Chissa perche una salita vista dall?altro somiglia tanto a una discesa Chissa perche una discesa vista dal basso somiglia tanto a una salita Chissa
Killing reads on your face We know the kill, will arise Fear starts behind your gun Something to serve... load your arm Look at the dead while hate still
Where's the muses cave The isle of the dead The sign of Eph is gone So is the sun Tired and confused I sail into the night With the devil at my shoulder
We were lyin' on the prairie, on Slaughter's ranch one night. With our heads upon our saddles, and a campfire burnin' bright. Soon we fell to talkin'
My mind's a gun, a loaded gun Another month has come and gone I'm getting lost, lost in time A plain above I lost inside Oh oh oh... You're number one