Testi:
Without Face In The Garden

heaven's silence Young blood haunts my aching mind To rape my garden's (secret) clarity But I cannot stop this growing pain Oh, in my garden, there

1:] Boy ya can't fuck with this, Ya bust caps at my Regal Now you're done-diddy-done-didddy-done And nothing can save ya Creepin' through your city it's the garden

everything, everything for you I wanted you, I needed you, I thought that you did too You built me beauty and took it all away And I can't face another

For our long and falling face, Above all it would be warm but we would keep our heads all Clear as Winter, storms would be a sight to make us shiver But without

I lost my will, it drowned inside a pool of dark and bitter miseries. Inside the garden I kneeled down and prayed (in deepest emotions of...). Inside the garden

I'm running up the stairs I can hardly breath again Into your arms and a perfect day From the garden where we lay With the roses all aflame You called

a a garden if you never water your crops If you never paid your dues, then you don't get props Couldn't eat a proper meal without cookin it first Can'

are the whole soul goal me you, Universal universal union, Blending in matter, Journeying harmony, journeying harmony. The ecstasy is voyaged through swaying, interplaying, Perennial gardenia gardens

West Indian beatin That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the Garden