I survive Jah Jah watch over I . . . Evil, what you, what you sonna do? Yeh, Jah Jah watch over I, yeh Convicted and restricted still ... Jah watch
And the road runs through From your left eye to your right Straight as an arrow, Till it runs out of sight, And built like a level In a video game Not
Beneath the Sun and the burning sky The higher you go the further you'll fly Turning away with your private smile Seemed you could see for a thousand
I've been washing myself down in your backwaters I've been filling up my lungs in your city streets I've seen the up-side and the down of your servant
The days run together They crowd at your front gate But you can't let them in So you tell them to wait And one by one They file up the driveway And your
Well outside the rain falls down And there's a pool of mirrored streetlights on the ground And it's the evening after the night before When my mind is
Put one foot in front of the other is all I know Before you know it you'll be falling down the road And over at the crossroad they stole the sign So all
They come from far and wide Washed up on this crazy shore Brought by a lonely tide In search of their poor soul's core They've got henna on their shoulders
He had a book of letters with his name on From all of the friends he had met He showed it to me like a Master's degree From a school not invented yet
There's a gold crack of light Climbing up the wall And the last bell for leaving Is ringing in the hall And it feels like a stone Has been lifted from
Vertaling: Steel Pols. Onvoorbereide Guest.
find peace with myself, as you take and I give. The anger is born right now to destroy our remaining faith, in my heart a memory killed by a unknown, unseen
displays for days and days on end We'll find direction, exit place Insert a fractured space of A bird or something else with wings To make the guests
[Guests Vocals: Killjoy of Necrophagia] Mannequin mannequin They're all the same Deathstrike said so Hallowed be thy name Morbid Angel Napalm Death Filthy
shore now I'm more lethal than a Poison Ivy French kiss or Being next on the Reaper's list, you cease to exist From the unseen kiss of death Underground
it then you guessed wrong Know why rappers don't wanna let me bless on... They joints, I'll kill any track I guest on Before the wake up, was rippin mics
