Caught up against the wall again Time to check in the bar again You never seese to amaze a mind So i can sleep sleep sleep Please don't Wake me til
What's in the eye, can you tell me? Watching the time pass me by There's so much locked up inside Don't go too fast my friend Or you'll lose control
I never had,Yeah I know the answers from the words of the prophet I've seen the light through the fingers Made of magic I've seen an image of the future
I will be waiting, With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling, Which I have foretold He raises his arms tied, Above the opressed Singing his
People come around People let you down Anywhere you go Anyone you see It's real It's up to you to make it happen It's up to you to make it real And
Should I have a taste of this Run across your lips And start all over again Could this all just be a dream If I should fall to stormy weather Wake
Sleep In the shadows Breathe In the air Without dreaming Without a care, oh Look In the mirror Cry No control I've got a fever I've got my whole, oh
I've lived with things I cannot say Back then we dreamt of yesterday It seemed as if the only way And now we look for hope and pray If I had a second
Just like heroin It can't be me, bring us to our passage Show me my new skin So I can see what I've let in Standing here My thoughts low And sound hard
Time Why must it fly so slow Waiting Is something that's easy for you Pull the plug Send it down the drain Pain is easy to get used to What's in me
I'm drowning Make me feel Like I am real Torture me Drag me under you Time Lifts me up and down Time Makes me SHUT UP Life is much too short to be Intoxicated
Cobble Stone I can go on, I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone, its tha Poterola Im a money folder, got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned
in a perfect angle. I looked at his body and it was death for the first time in my life. His face was thin and wrinkled, almost apelike. His hair just grey
Sunsets lost in Skies of hazy greys June gloom sets in Puts me in a daze Nothing changes All we do is wait Our heads hanging Shaking in dismay '
to be daze like this. Oh yeah daze like this. I'm in a daze like this Daze like this. Momma said there'd be daze like this. Momma said there'd be daze
carved in stone I can go on I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone its tha Poterola Im a money folder got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
murder bout I'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin