weeping The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source
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The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source is
Traduzione: Tool. Riflessione.
Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal
all by yourself on your shoulders and it don't exist Drama is being falsely accused, Drama is the latest news Drama is what gives people clues Drama is a tool
. In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle of the human race This killing tool in this
A tool to do good has gone bad Electric altar for a new religion A new way to link A new way to think Individual thoughts that have become missing
can't overestimate the limits of aggression of an animal created in the image of God himself You can't allow for subtle defects, there's no time to reflect
Buried under ambition's reflection the cross gate to awareness still stands I must dig this controlled land and wipe the dirt off my mind only to reach
soon he asked her if shed like to take a trip to the moon his sarcasm reeked of loneliness and i know i hated him through the snow i could see a reflection
a tool of the trade, fate is sealed and deals are made Fear established in society, smoke and shadow I chose to be Embrace the moment of death Reflect
ll usher you into hell!! Proclamation! The Wit of fools. Reviving abhoration, incite the masses cruel Annihilation! Strike with the devil's tool Urged
you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics Yes indeed, intuition is the tool
cream truck on your block And hold it down with a squirt gun deep in your sink Spittin around tight wisdom making you think If you around light sweetheart you can reflect
inches of math, he clinches his nostalgic pass Underground fossils found in solid rock Evolution of the mind, look at precision of the tool of the trade
