fears No gentle hand To catch the tears That soak this ancient ground The smile that breaks so gently Belies a troubled head Like a voice that holds the secrets
. We are the clones of a race that is dying, a race that has sought the help of the emperors. Those who live inside of our vital sun, "lease" our planets
the cruelty of her time? Was she fearful in her day Was she hopeful, did she pray? Were there skeletons inside Family secrets, sworn to hide? Did she
wizardry Split-lickety, spit it could be lit Like this, into me, it is a secret Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of 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
and destruction! The secret of the great monuments of the ancients! Yes, secrets... answers. A rogue celestial body passes inside the orbit of the moon
as touched for real (They're) meant to be kept safe deep inside And not to be revealed The same old village by the sea Covered by the dust of centuries
not a word not a word Judas on the ceiling, the Devil in my bed I guess Easter's never coming So I'll just wait inside my head Like a scream but sort
century Icon bleeding Willing to risk Salvation to escape from isolation I'm witness to redemption heard you speak but never listened Can you rid me of my secrets
see My nerves break down inside Maybe you might know much more than me So tell me what is right to say Down the weakness of my soul Lie the secrets,
A secret I can't see Maybe there's a trace of truth In all that she believes For one day I took a look deep down inside A voice cried saying true love
time breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable? that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly so I can find the secret key and
, please calm me, please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now, twenty first century plagued dispersed
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
a size of a math crafted in stone My deepest exegesis is crafted alone The devilish staff was born and grafted a clone (uh) I elevate with expose that a secret
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
the fuck I'm 'bout? 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
inside Centuries later I wonder why What secret they took to their grave Still burning heretics under our skies Religion's still burning inside [