So when you know where my parts ache My dear remove your blades And tie my heartstrings back again Until they unwind How long will my gears turn? How
She is my guard The candle to my cheek She flies to me With her golden locks And a sharpened sword she?ll never sheathe But we are face-down And we
retrace your footsteps (But) What?s done is done Danger is quick here Not to deter Answers are found here But not in words We both know Our eyes have
that conjugate Will help my arms? Set me straight Once again until I Have all my limbs arranged (No) Face to face until we have faces Face to face until
Looking back on every corner I cut I would have bore the larger load I would have walked the longer road Like I said What we say here stays here I can
We walked across the sand Two trails with tails to tell And our footprints kept our track Until there were only two One pair of prints pronounced one
conjugate Will help my arms? Set me straight Once again until I Have all my limbs arranged (No) Face to face until we have faces Face to face until
we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good -But we independent, black owned and making scrilla -We a threat to society -They ban our movies
There's no half-steppers, we far from a fake, we make Rap music every Aussie can relate to We'll never take a tumble, We're not gonna stumble If you dis
be smitten on his sore. The haughty one shall have a visitor. (Michael, Frank We heard that drummer, do not think we missed & Louis) Your subtle derivation
-if we was owned by the white folks it will be all good -but we independent, black owned and making scrilla -we a threat to society -they ban our movies
