[Instrumental]
Everyone around me seems to be ageing by the day lines like war maps upon their faces where is our neverland? where is our innocence? for all i
I will never let this happen, again the begining, of the end the city clocks tick us towards the end wealth neglecting 'poor?' something must be
blows, in her presence i lay -in her presence i lay numb shooting stars shared wishes for my desire was hers one day i wan't to wake to see the sunrise
fighting this war? what are we still fighting this for? open your eyes from what may awaken them to see the true night and day wake up, wake up, wake
Last night the storm an i, were caught between two seas lighting bleached the sky, thunder shook the glass the wind stripped everything, of its
that left the angels reeling Atonement crept into his midst Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati, full of stars This abductor of his heart
nigga. (Verse 2) I wake up early and stay up late I cant stop, I wont stop Shorty its too late When I was young we shot ball into milk crates Now we
out of time Feel your heart When I dream I'm out of time Feel your heart I feel your heart I feel your heart I feel your heart I'd like to say that
half insane shoots up half the school before taking his own life wake me up when all the people wanna change these cops are on the streets there's people breaking into stores
up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge
I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where
something nigga. [Verse 2] I wake up early and stay up late I cant stop, I wont stop Shorty its too late When I was young we shot ball into milk crates
together when we fry. Down by the old maelstrom, There'll be a storm before the calm. And we will all bake together when we bake. There'll be nobody present at the wake
heard the horn sound out the call air began to shake because it's hunting time again senses start to wake so you get up on your feet and you gather into
heart. (part ii) the wake -up call (make it happen) In the end I found beginnings, not a vision, a wake up call, Raised from the dead by a beating heart