away. JOE What kind of silly thing was that to do? NORMA I'll do it again! I'll do it again! I'll do it again! JOE Attractive headline: "Great Star
of nothing we pay a price for all our choices made come along now and take my hand I'll lead you to a promised land the morning after it may never come again
, though hell should bar the way! Iv She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet
Long after midnight, children awake Journeys await them, chances to take Run through the streets to the carnival grounds Hoping to ride the merry-go-round Three AM is midnight
hand I feel the past slip through my fingers Like the last few grains of sand The sun will rise again But it won't shine A moon will light the midnight
're a band beyond description, Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord They're setting us on fire. Crazy rooster crowin' midnight
that, right? Who joint is that, who that singing that? I likes That shit crazy, ahaha Once again! Back in business AZ is a whole game motherfucker [Verse 1:] In a high rise
of the Trinity is but a myth! No antiquated trinket wielded by a religious fanatic will prevail against the Legion, sire. Our steel is proof against such
rises Annoyed that he couldn't save me He turns pale from envy The seasons vanish and so does this story As the same poets hand raises the pen He pictured
suddenly rises Annoyed that he couldn't save me He turns pale from envy The seasons vanish and so does this story As the same poets hand raises the
own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
We touched down on the sound At the top of the world In the land of the midnight sun Where the frozen river melts away And breaks into a run Into the
hard to love people Who struggle to stand On the back of black wings On the lake's shore At midnight Though Christ is impaled On the cross through His hands