a door Scratched away at the walls for years All we've got to show is the dust on the floor And here it comes, a new dark age I catch your eyes Before
Превод: The Sound. Нова тъмната епоха.
We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between heaven and hell Heaven and hell The age of man is over A darkness comes
rhymed birthday with first place And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit that big Daddy Kane shit With compound syllables sound
still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule
viciously I said the age of one my life begun At the age of two I was doin' the do At the age of three it was you and me Rockin to the sounds of the
Green grass grows on the ground as I expound above the sound, look around, now sit down and listen Dark brown shades drown in the raise of rock, close
around the fire into smokes and colors that tear the darkness Colors and melodies, shell my mind, winds and perfumes escort the sunrise of a new age
is for realness For my people to hear this Six years of age when I first got my rage Father broke out Then I turned a new page of my life Changed Then
up mi beeping station Say dem waan start a brand new nation Well, run round di corner make run Me an di next one, a vacation (Cop?) Wanna call, waan new
Just try to follow me Cause I got something that I wanna say And I know it sounds crazy But I'm gonna tell you anyway When I close my eyes lately I'm
a way towards this distant golden age The cries of war will sound the day We stand before the dawn of a new world We stand before the dawn of a new world
stand tall Fallen heroes scattered around Deafened ears opens up to the sound Painful cries rising forever more From the victims of life and of war Through the dark
Covered by a label's name Labeled by geography On a dying dark horse Placing I am a plagiarist Feeble picking up a pen Between a sonic precedent Any age
eventually open up such terrifying vistas of reality that we will either go mad from the revelation or flee into blissful sleep, peace and safety of another new dark age
the bullheads The craters that you made when you lay down dreaming Strange constellations that you gave new meaning By the teeth marks you made on bones from the ice age
Waging war on the arms race of sound turn it down pull the plug imminent surrender ringing in the new dark age shut down the noise-aholics put down the
