held by anyone, With any arms I spend another morn alone In a world that rejects me. A public unkind, laced with apathy. This one's for the world:
Traduzione: New Found Glory. Per Il Mondo.
Hip-Hop vows To use every hip-hop style for the hip-hop crowd We can see world missions 'cause to Hip-Hop the world listens Listen, I'm not insistin' we're makin' the world
t like it. Papa may say buy my soul is a boilin' and sooner or later Africa's glory and toil will teach an old dog new tricks Why and the world can't
[Intro] I was so lost But glory you found me Dusted me off Now your angels surround me [Verse 1] Looking at the world in front of me Saying now that
HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE: Part: II) [To be found on the third Bal-Sagoth album; "Battle Magic"] NOW... [Episode III:] CRY HAVOC FOR GLORY, AND THE ANNIHILATION
[Intro: spoken] That's fucked up, yeah. Hey... Welcome To The new world I'd like to make a small dedication tonight to the bitches of the world Now
down a one way Giving all for a brand new day But now i?m all out Nothing to lose Nothing to lose Nothing to save From a momentary glory To a solitary
i've found, this new life i dwell, in His peace my existence, follows after, His eyes everything is content...everything is content for this love You
don't change the channel Watch the world come down and unravel On channel reality you?re all welcome to view Dreams come true unluckily for you? I caught
to call it see cause times change and the world turn Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out on coke and sherm, some party every night for the
through the track now 3D Dance to the drummer's beats we need new sticks Bounce around the vibes like acoustics No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the
now 3D Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks Dance around the vibes like acoustics No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
for this change The change inside of me Everyday I'm taking in the view Of His glory around me I'm awake And I have been made new By the One
o gee Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on y'all Get the bost stubost stubost Coasta coasta New York Post Yo New York
you never realize You're living just like a rat The cops and the killers Some saints and some sinners People that you'll never know They all make a story For death or for glory
