I took my fantasy to Deborah You know she's always been a friendly girl You'll see her cruise the Picadilly streets And she winks at every man she meets
Some fine tunes from nowhere I rush at the gap A returning might to Estinguish the light Extreme my eyes open wide and i dive Into a psychosis behind
Like a crash and attacks I feel the fidget in me It's erratic and rash I'm a ravin of time And the reason's under me Achieving maximum pace My view on
Everytime I try to understand, I feel my burning mind I couldn't talk to you I need you, I feel a burning inside Cold wind in the air, my hands through
I clip the lines I know that will move my sight I view the cycle out of me To step into another sphere
I sweep my rising quit for imposing lights To leave behind My world - confined and confused I need a place to find my timeless mind I feel I approache
It's behind you it's lurking To leap against you Not a monster memories Live much longer A paralyzed heart Full of pain and full of sorrow Could end today
Ebb tide flow It's a natural might Rules my day and night And the way to go Realize When the waves com in Passing times and lands To leave steps in
Deep aggressions caused a disease. You don't know what to choose. You don't know why you loose control. Impressions pelt on you take that gun take that
I'm sitting down all around Is still insignificance I feel like moving in a swap I draw a deep breath and get around to meditate What do I miss I intend
Weakness apathy to yourself gloom looking for a kindred for years. You were a muff. You fell into mud. You ran for a change. You rap your fingers and
we doing and where we gonna GO! So fast its gonna blow dry your ass HOLE! Get out the fast dramer says your moving to SLOW! On your marks, get set, ready
Oh, how sadly sound the songs, the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would
Egad! Sherlock Hemlock here, the worlds greatest detective. And I believe the letter following "W" is... "X" marks the spot. "X" marks the crossroads
(Ahhh... tales of urban despair and unemployment on the fringe) [verse 1] The gun lies on the street But it's too late There's no one near 'Cause they
get enough when you love me rough cos, you know i'm though huh, you love me rough and it always leaves a mark my back got scratch marks my neck got bite marks
steel Penetrate my skin Needles they sink in my skin Needles they spit black ink Skull, Death, flying creature Figures on my mortal corpse Scythe, Seal, Pentagram Marks
, Going home back to my scene??? You can't say it's St. Marks fault, When he don't even own the block, You can't say it's St. Marks fault, When he won
