As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a
Ordered To design and build from sand And stone a maze That would be fine and oh, prime. A maze that would meet The demand; Demand of make disappear.
Will work and try To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires i have lit Will free the birds I have caged
What are those fangs in your flesh? Why are those teeth of fear Gnawing in? What are those words that you Wouldn't hurt a fly? Like the promise of
Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man
To escape With the rays of the sun And the mist of cold Climb into one Last view Of a garden Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here
The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams
Now and again Would come the invisible Out of the nether in Her finest dress Breaking free to haunt The eyes that saw Then silver wires Hung in the
real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This
, Eating grass on a mountainside so steep. "Ah, think I'll call it a sheep." Man gave names to all the animals In the beginning, in the beginning. Man
motherfucker Verse 2 When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog, Show out in speakers roll out with heaters, I'm just an animal eating the game,
to multiply so what's up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man
Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows
Chorus} Everybody knows that they've guilty Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they've guilty Resting on their conscience eating
in blue, she's asking for revenge, the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees
on the beach with black sand lick up your thighs and call me pac man table top or just give me a lap dance the rock to the park to the flat lands that man
been working on this palm tree For eighty seven years I said: No, it's not a case of being lonely We have here, I've been working on this palm tree For
