I'm so bruised inside No, I'm not alright I miss you in my life Love you 'till I die There is no we, We lived happy ever after It's the ending of our
everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint
n'ai pas suivi la voie que tu voulais Je sais que sur ton chevet chaque jour pour moi tu priais Pour que je reste saint de corps et saint d'esprit Non
now it's all blue It looks whack, but it's compact And works like brand new I had found an old Greyhound But it wasn't my scene I'm underground at the
le rap depuis 9.5. et tu l'sais. J'pose le S, S comme Sadique, Sciso, S comme Shen, saisisseur de mic au faux MC, S comme Saint Denis, Seine-Saint
did my best to let you know it wasn't what I wanted What the hell You're just a song And first things first Let's get this straight I'm the saint and
cutthtroat and bout our business, some call it New Orleans but I nicknamed it Chopper City, its the home of the Hornets and the home of the Saints
[Chief Kamachi:] Each word I spit sparklin' glow Kamachi street shaman, remarkable flow Rebellious, rowdy saints put a part in ya fro Blood on the turntables
same artist Messiah mind, they think it's a cult Radios around the globes is fillin' the vault I put my beard in, ten years killin' the circuit Speak that Underground
could sneak underground Speak, but don't make a sound But I won't let her down Though you get me Like no one gets me All I need is a holiday From my vocation as a saint
am the saint, your path into the light I am the knife that cuts right through your life I have found the path immortalized I am the saint, the path into
[Lyrics by John Petrucci] How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty
How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty and the strong Come bleed
? Sing "Hallelujah," Sister Turn up the volume, just to turn it down The trivial secrets buried with profound It's enough to put a Church Underground
It's a chilly Florentine evening Two men in evening hats Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds Policemen armed with Uzis stand guard
C'est une grande dame trafic rock and roll Un drame sonore qui a du soul On entend le chant des sirenes downtown L'enfer du decor underground La belle
the poles Those tiny waterfalls Of your tears that you miss I'm melting in the rain I'm anxious to be saint I'm lying, I'm crying The feelings underground