Experienced heirs, funny old men Gave up their shares to have it again They want to have it again What would you give to be 9 or 10 again? Back to the
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said, "Go to Yoda and he'll show you the force" Well, I'm not the kind that would argue with Ben So it looks like I'm gonna start all over again Though
to each's own and each owns voice You stealin', killin' or chillin' whateva your choice Smoke some weed, smoke ya pipe fuck it, life if how you live it
source of life Light was, an overledge coming from the edge of the universe It passed the moon, to the earth, then from the womb to nurse But it likes
wiped out by wind and the drops of wet leaves Now it is still, shyly falls the rain And the light in the water is shining again Don't trust your feet
music, and your secret heart Both have the healing grace Sweet music, and your secret heart Both have the healing grace So, again, a change, it comes
From the, 'Still Small Voice', hey you If the Bible doesn't back it Then it seems quite clear Perhaps it was the devil Who whispered in your ear It
poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by
by our blades, decreed by the gods, Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons... Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos: Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against
Trailing off the likes of it She likes it when it grows Sending out a candidate She's sinking her foes Peaking out then leveling Wherever it goes And
it's a waste of time And there's a better road ahead of me I just don't know how to make it there So I'll just hang around and take my chance Once again
played shut out, the voices of sanity (Shut out) Exit concept of reason They shut it down We watched them shut it down They shut it down once again Shut down, they shut it
to all these Reckless dark desires You're lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile Think about it, put it on the faultline What'll it take to get it
with the tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamor and a hammer, cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon, he would have
By a desperate nation with it's back to the wall Within a split second of reading this text The spirit was free and had fled from its nest It was eager
volume had been hidden well, but now it had been freed For no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence
existence I've seen it with my own two eyes The vision is now getting clearer Now that I've seen the unknown The voices are yearning to live again The