is nothing left to loose All the memories I have, I have to accept Are they my inspiration? I hope they have a meaning I try to keep them secret inside
everything is like the dust on our memories - a great lie all great exspectations fade like the sun in natural harmony while we try to hold each other
and here it is, the rain, i have waited for so long coming down on my faith and bringing back so much that was gone drop by drop an ocean, waving at
falling down into the secrets the secrets in my mind leaving all my life behind me absolution hard to find memorys dawn in pale forgiveness i know
even though you can`t rememeber my name (you know me) unhealthy games of love and pure disdain (between us) forlorn feelings lost in one small frame (
i`m sittin` in my room and waitin`for you to come, but sometimes things are getting worse and you are always wrong you reached in every pore, in every
save the pain - lift your head up and see save the tears - and be free you know you need the scars to see the truth in your mind be strong and sure
is nothing left to loose all the memories i have, i have to accept are they my inspiration? I hope they have a meaning, i try to keep them secret inside
, without disdain, and he try`s, try`s to find his own way out, honest and proud, without a doubt but then one day they detect, that hope and fear inside
A question of origin Ten thousand millions flee To the westward light The dreamers represent This arc of peace As the poets entranced The anchor redeemed Secrets
, sun-bruised field And there were rows of ripe tomatoes Where a secret was concealed And it rose like thunder Clapped under our hands And it stretched for centuries
sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries
, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside
could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside
hear the silent wings of death Still my legacy exists This colossal edifice Thirty million tons of stone To project my soul Deep within this sacred tomb Centuries inside
falling down into the secrets the secrets in my mind leaving all my life behind me absolution hard to find memorys dawn in pale forgiveness i know i
my identity Not dealing with my tendencies I peel the skin and then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not human in this century, I'm ill until
' Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin' So what's the verdict? CHORUS (overlaps the last line of AZ's verse) AZ: I feel ill inside, though my
