with no words to hold Hopes, questions or solutions Bedrock of a river that flowed No past, present or future We are men of nature We are made from
Well don't cross the line Oh dream, America, dream I can't even sleep From the light's early dawn Oh scream, America, scream Believe what you see From
cuts like a razor The blazing fire burns in my eye The day reveals the dreadful betrayer And his wicked mind Hide from the sun Hide from the sun Hide from
clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop Little sister, the sky is falling
' The American zone The wavin' of hands The tiniest train They never dreamed They'd never wake again Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests
How can we get up with fresh start Get up at the break of dawn Closer, I need you by my side I wanna get up with you, I wanna get up with you Baby, how
, pretending that you're closer than you are Swear, I heard you whispering, "Would someone break my fall?" Memories of kisses from the dreams until the dawn
I?ve wept And every time I?ve brushed Or fallen on my broken pieces I?ve locked inside Isn?t it Amazing That the dawn arrives each day To sweep across
fall Nothing moves now but the swaying ripe corn Not a dawn is greeted with a bird's song There's a feather or two from a bird that once flew Before
coast From Boston clean down to Atlanta Georgia last week I tore down the east coast And from somewhere I hear do somethin' to help you do somethin'
You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the
child once you have died From the shackles of language and immeasurable time And then we can trade places, play musical grace Till then walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn
From the shackles of language and measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Till then walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn
you have died From the shackles of language and measurable time And then we can trade places play musical graves Tell them walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn
Let fevers rage and ravage The deluded minds of all Surrender to atrocity And yield by our fall Stigmata children Malady spawn Downward resolution The coming of dawn
winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from
[Diddy (B.I.G.)] Uh-huh... This that Dirty Money.. Uh-huh... (Uh..Uh..) It's that Dirty Money [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"]
in memory's garden dear, with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red, when faith the lilacs bloom And in early fall when brown leaves fall