ojos negros que me ciegan de su tristeza todo lo encuentro cuando te toco. Todo, todo hasta la muerte que me seduce, y me hace bailar este rito de
no es asi. Bailaras, saltaras esa hoguera que aparece en tus ojos encendidos por un rito asi. (Bailaras, saltaras esa hoguera que aparece en tus ojos encendidos por ritos
: Allez viens quoi, sois sympa J'ai rencontre Riton a cote d'chez moi, II etait accoude a une barriere en bois, J'ai dit viens Riton on va s'faire
: This is the new world order Plague upon our peers Spreading accusations Of radical fears The brotherhood of wisdom Strength and dignity Its rituals
: I'm talking aloud I'm here to be found Are you proud of who you are I'm makin mistakes but i'm tryin hard If we all stand up when the going's get
Yeah, Gilla (Right now, right now, right now) (Right now, right now, right now) Yeah, Gilla (Right now, right now, right now) (Right now, right now,
Hydro indo (Buddha) Hah cocoa yo, ya ya yo I need some brown weed (Lady) All day I need some brown weed (Jenny) I need some cut (Lady, lady) Now these
you see right thru me how do you do that shit how do you do that shit how do you do that shit how do you how do you how do you how do you how do you you
It's the age of reason for the anarchist It's a change of venue for the lobbyist It's a dream of justice buried in the grist It's a secret briefing based
So now we went our merry, merry way To break the life monastic. There's one two words I'd like to say As we trip the light fantastic. To hold a course
I was locked all day, in the summer heat, in a small brown house, in suburban street, with a skateboard and my shit guitar, i'd dream all day that
Cut, cut, cut Cutting myself down to pieces Too hard on myself it would seem That everyone could see myself worth beneath I'll take a stand devise plans
From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl Scanning down the hill of an indian sacred site I can see a figure with hair white like snow The polar
I feel this cold darkness The very emptiness calls me. Follow me on my path... Come, sentence this world to death. Mortal life is nothing - compared
Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soul Tragic nymphonics got no place to go I pull the soul trigger, jaw chainsaw, goddess or believer (Roll in the
Baby don't you be so put off Don't go putting your tail up like that Cause I take it Like there's somethin' goin' on Like somethin' goin' on in the middle
Searching for their after-life Visions of mortality The ever-written question Of their own spirituality Rite of Shades Revelations Of the co-existence