walk across the moon without leavin' a clue Of where they been for the past twenty-three billion years Before life on the surface even appeared I hope
is not a dream this is not a game The only sixteen you got from now on is locked and loaded and in your hand Deploy or detach on land you the man
failed Incalculable is the surface's breath Paralyzed form - the ring of death Steps on the stairs to my silent ecstasy Caress of the mental space Thrones
me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody
As they loaded in the back door for a couple of stiffs Up on skyline drive He points down to the place that he lives from Up on skyline drive Marble
of metal shells beneath me And dust that swirls, of reddened clouds, floats above the surface Deserted landscape slips away, forgotten secret purpose Thin film of moisture, condensing on
, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now. This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface
dive into your heart of silence where the strings of sorrow play our lullaby we are the children of a thousand ages dancing on the rhythm of a moonless
a thousand pearls I breathe what I know you fear All the sounds I love, you will never hear I know what it is that turns beneath your feet Floating on the surface
garage, looking for a parking space. "There's one," she said. "No." "There's one," she said. "No." You see, actually it takes two parking spaces
his youth and inexperience. The debate raged on as the time of choosing approached. The candidates were summoned to the sacred place. Eloquent speeches were made on
've been reading the forecast Something's coming this way But it's taking forever I'm too tired to maintain that I'm slow Been a scratch on the surface
Its Wiz Khalifa man Mr spacely Teach you niggas how to fly the fuck out you know I told em its gone be a big year Its a lot of shit on my plate This
to confront the situation I keep on slipping I push it down beneath the surface I've forgotten it's still there It crawls though the space behind my
on the surface, thinking on the malice Aiming at the fracture Moving on the surface, looking for an access It's revolving Standing on the surface, breaking
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I vomited out the window and led our battalion on
outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on