barrow ideals The carriage of misjustice Crushes all beneath it's wheels Conspiracies of silence Within the temple walls Graveyards full of promises Tha no one can recall A castle full of rascals
Oh for the pillow where my head used to lay Fore I left to be a grown man way back then I miss the wooden kitchen floor Painted brown to match the old
Most people got soul if they wanna try Let love be your goal and let it fly Cause it's easy to hate and to draw a line But error is human forgiveness
Torn between The honesty Emergencies Are calling So wipe your face With your frown Even thou you?re wearing it so well And now the trilogy is complete
Past and present it will fall Murder with lights seeks us all I just don?t know How to feel Anymore Anymore Like the death and witched falls
as the intensity became to brink struck by reality everywhere jilted in conversation i drowned into her looks and pealed to the ground could i be trying
Threw away the nights all away Darker than secrets that rest in her I?ve seen it all now To have her gloat around this scene Step thru the faces
Be careful of that mind of yours And the paths down which it lead you Well you-u Don?t have to follow You-u, don?t Keep an eye on the killer Borrowed
my head So I turn to you for another point of view I remember well you've got those broken footsteps too And from these tired eyes We'll rascalize And
Amplified the hidden dangers the oracle and then he calls me the invention in which he created is now for eal how could expect nothing els selfish enjoyment
Ooh oh oh ohh... Sweating out another tantrum Read the book of poetry Words believed in the anthology You all need to calm down I can see it that you
Little Rascals [Chorus:] One little two little three little rascals Four little five little six little rascals Seven little eight nine little rascals Ten rugged rascals
I place my hands in neutral im sorry that they abuse ya i pray for the sky to break for you to escape into a new one as to raise my flags while the
Spark a match and watch the candle burn the wick runs out and love takes its turn on fallen angels and broken sounds we will last past the final round
the rascals have returned to come and burn all of the darkness that we find mister mister there ain't no secret love is over and beneath it the rascals
to do is just stay in your holy grace let you wash me down lord and let you paint my face feed people serve people take them to the holy steeples where the rascals
