have is a hole and a heartbeat On second thought, who needs a heartbeat? I came to get down, you came to get down So get out your pants and sleep around [chorus] Sleep around
They had to be a least two or three cars deep Then all of a sudden One came up hatin' face to face with ? Come around our way, you lay six feet In a grave
around comes around, the tables turns It's the Shadow of your death come back I'm gonna burn You slip away slow but I won't it go, what goes around comes
the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the
no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes
don't care Look at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stare Don't make no sudden move, just might be a sudden death These characters think they
Does the room you're in come to sudden cold I can hear you cry like a kid with an injured knee I can see you pray for me before you lay to sleep Do
of someone else's mind But I know I'd better sleep Sleep into a land where I find The stairway to my personal void My possession Enthused a sudden
chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined
remark "Tomorrow you'll sleep neath the stone" The ranger replied, "There'll be plenty of time After you go for your own, your own, your own" All of a sudden
I don't care Look at my feelings when they get wet, they tend to stare Don't make no sudden move, just might be a sudden death These characters think
polypeptide of someone elses Mind but I know I'd better sleep Sleep into a land where I find The stairway to my personal void My possession enthused a sudden
did not wonder If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision Even in his deepest dreams Or his most lasting death
