Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray,
change Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray
can't get me out, Now I'm headed to the county, Gotta do a bid here, im used to living luxurous, I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes
diary entry's end Where I wrote You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray Well the clock
of a fallen legion, A winterscape painted red with blood. Watch as it spills from my lips to this page. The lines of truth blurred into shades of gray
track You drop the ball,i pick up the slack And you ask me why my hairs gray Twisting, turning Losing all sense of yearning Living and learning The pressure keeps on burning
on burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning
Say a prayer for his wife and his children, Who burn the fires and who still till the earth. And when I search a faceless crowd, A swirling mass of gray
the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say I shot a man named Gray
Amy's gone And time rolls on How far? how fast? how long? The last time we saw Amy She was headed for the shore Fighting off the volatile gray skies
: Amy's gone And time rolls on How far? How fast? How long? The last time we saw Amy She was headed off for the shore Fighting off the volatile gray
No warm welcome for mother and son Just... The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense She...burned the
Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I search a faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray
work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I search a faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray
