then it's all the same And I'll destroy the memories one by one The bitter past erased I'll not replace What's done is done No belief is all that's
: Past it haunts again The dream's alive And forms the nightmare that has no end Foreshadow all tomorrows So this day to day has my core shaken Still
your back, just so you react My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing
is ending Truth is I am done pretending I never thought that I Had any more to give Pushing me so far Here I am without you Drink to all that we have
up which way is down Pointing out the things you see Grateful for what we have found You go by that I know everything That's enough for me Wearing all
it regularly Train your mind through repetition To follow the suggestions And then you'll be ready to progress To side two The mind remains tense When
all built a culture, Where all is wasted, and nothing is saved Teach them that our domination meant our own destruction Teach them not to be deceived when given choices that
to stop the slaughter is what you lack. The weakness that you can't control brings animals death and pain. The struggle I fought to overcome is the dark pit where you choose to remain
Guitar Solo Repeat Chorus Keyboard Solo Night falls, the siege is on, Destruction has just begun. The King rules, he sends his battle cry, Over all that remain
pride of survivors to cry for those that died To resurrect the status and overcome the ploy No bells or beads to barter for this young black boy Ship
thy neighbor And I'll gangk him if he ain't got no game The rules of design read double standards And if you're weak in the game That's somethin' that
onion in the rain I floss rhymes, I loss rhymes, I got it like that Y'all bitch niggas I toss times I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll
May the darkest days overcome? And all the bad thoughts that remain With the past, too much blood And all this pain won't hold me back For this time we
try to keep some kind of hope That one day we shall overcome this self-destructive way of life can we be free from all the hate or do we choose to remain
LARS: August 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay, when we went straight to that island on that momentous day. To explore it, not ignore it, like Christopher
are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our
, hatred, calamity I've strived to overcome, for years A recollection, I would like to believe As a faded water-mark is the only thing that remains Instead
complain At the bottom is where you'll remain When we fall we will pick up the pieces We know that we'll never be down for too long When we fall That