Paroles:
The Matches Wake The Sun

, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a

a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun

cutoff or just too fucking blind to get one off so dont call me son of a bitch coz im a son of an angel when the sun of the morning hits its so painful

twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake

never dreamed They'd never wake again Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law

, uh, yo, you better slide or catch this homicide Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes

Could you wake me up when it's over? And maybe I'll sit this out, I think I know the score You read to me before, why wrap it up so precisely? I know

twist E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake

fast, when ya broke, but it seems like The minute you pay, the sun, never set I don't sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death So I wake up, my brother