them niggaz put in blood work When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle
told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix
here on my knees looking at my face in a bed of pine needles and wondering if anyone stills knows my name i turned full circle and another half circle
Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore Your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh
to feave her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I
the seventh veil enfolds her i lay myself beside her in sweet and sensuous silence i lay myself beside her in aerobatic spinaround ...around... in wider circles
strange She's got her baby in the car seat Her sleeping face flashin' as the signals change They roll up to the corner for the seventh time As they circle
and pray Maybe I'll search the lost and found Maybe like two boxers bloodied, dizzied by the seventh round Maybe circumstances make it easier to quit Maybe in our circle
A governmental conspiracy to murder me I am the Alpha to the seventh power Omega in its last hours I am the Alpha to the seventh power Omega in its
placed in the firmament The fifth was bright blue And she envisaged Jupiter And she made a day of awe and circles, circles And she sent it to guide
men do lives on and on The evil that men do lives on and on Circle of fire my baptism of joy and at an end it seems The seventh lamb slain, the book
ledge. Living on a rasors edge. The evil that men do lives on and on....(4 times) Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems The seventh lamb
going round and round Until I get away from you Circles, goin' round in circles Circles, goin' round in circles Circles, goin' round in circles Circles, goin' round in circles
don't wear that uniform Paper men from pages torn Right off the press (It could be Tass) Suits for the regime The media's gone and had a baby Seventh
to hide and hitch a ride to save the seventh planet That raised a question underneath the sun. I'll come back for me, again. Before me, swirl these circles
the mask Let's say we put him to the test Somehow he doesn't like the sound He'll dig his heels into the ground To think that he's the seventh wonder
find the end of the line But the one who also sees Makes out the meaning of signs Brightest star is dying Forgotten becomes the light After seventh circle