so we can (get that doe) It take ends, to make ends The block shed like snake skin, cause I (get that doe) See me conniver, stone hard survivor Not a
sea crude map and compass lead the caravan and lead the fleet here's the loot and plunder they bore home ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone raw
been runnin' away so long from the day into the strange night of stone to fade away as the light is gently bleedin' out of my soul penetratin' the evening
mother nature) the hydroponic scene found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud taste the thinnest of oxygen (oxygen) rising higher a stoner
scene (scene) found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud taste the thinnest of oxygen (oxygen) rising higher a stoner cuz
or the whimpering, spill Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant I choked when the cage bird
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson
I burn... The birds above, they ride the winds And from each piercing talon dangles a soul The stone awaits my fall Upon a grave I dug myself The birds
day I burn... The birds above, they ride the winds And from each piercing talon dangles a soul The stone awaits my fall Upon a grave I dug myself The birds
Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes with the sun. A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
4" [x10] [88 Keys] Yo, this is 88... This is for Amadou Diallo Rest in peace, you still here [Fre] Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone Bird
Where os our faith? Where's our strenght? Behind us, only the wall left Let the cold stone remind us, why we're here Let the cold stone remind me
hide the love you hold inside? Just turn yourself to stone, and go through this alone? I?ll be there Like a bird singing to you, I?ll be there Like a bird
Music: Bogdanov Lyrics: Ivoilov Once again my dark obsession Bring me to this dirty way Sweet taste of your domination As you're my Bird of prey
I awoke in a sweat from the American Dream They were loading the bomb bay of the iron bird Giving their blood to the Doomsday Machine I screamed into
a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september In silence heard Only one singing bird The
man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september In silence heard Only one singing bird