'. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to death. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to death. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to death.
reigns'. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to death. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to death. Earth to dirt, ashes to ashes and dust to
I'm re-energized The life and times of a mastermind Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine And the day I die, let a G4 fly And dump my ashes
bud's for me My concentration and know nothing else I take my problems lay 'em on the shelf Block all the calls then shut off the cell It's not absurd
all wounds Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning to involution - Even hoping for congratulations Planet ZOG - Burning from within Planet ZOG - Reduced to ashes
AYREON SINGS OF THE USELESSNESS OF THE COUNTLESS WARS TO COME, AND THE ABSURDITY OF THE FINAL ANNIHILATION BY THE PUSH OF JUST ONE BUTTON BY JUST ONE
soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby You the wackest MC I ever heard You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the D I C K, in-ya
Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list And send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd 'Cause in these times of
Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what
Barker The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka Blood stain where human remains A Teck-9 I pack when I hijack planes So ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust what a waste for a body like yours the absurdity of burials, racks my brain all those valuable corpses, why should stay unused
won't be the first time I ever wrote a song Without you but this will be The last time I ever write about you Your words turn to ashes in your burning
Belonging Opening eyes and mind Horrified by the extent of the degradation We bear the revelation But deny the living ashes Sooty world Led by absurdity
and times of a mastermind (c'mon) Dedicate every breath to claim my designs (it's mine) And the day I die, let a G4 fly and dump my ashes over N.Y. [
the good At least that's what I thought, She understood So why then the phone call, The torrent of words That dismissed the past decades, And deemed them absurd
muthafuckin' hit house (Word up) We just touched ground in Boston, man (Yo) Let's do this [Verse 1: Planetary] I'm the wizard of wordplay I spit paragraphs in absurd
darker, then Clyde Faulker The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka Blood stain where human remains A Teck-9 I pack when I hijack planes So ashes to ashes