lost So cold and sad Deceiving all the dreams he had one day His soul turned gray When weak eyes, see false light In false lives the truth lies When weak eyes
, so cold and sad deceiving all the dreams he had one day, his soul turned grey when weak eyes - see false light - in false lives - the truth lies when weak eyes
new orders disorder begins Feeding from the weak Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust Evening-dressed This young Countess Led lovers astray under cover of dusk When
the century Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (Open your eyes) That's how the envy be Now they got it, we our own enemies Feel me, the end of the century
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe America's favorite anti-transcendentalist We're taking this back, way back Nineteenth century style
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe. America's favorite anti-transcendentalist. We're taking this back, way back, nineteenth century style
We got E.A.P. in the house tonight Edgar Allan Poe America's favorite anti-transcendentalist We're taking this back, way back Nineteenth century style
daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin' lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
high, a black sun in the sky 3C273 As we approach the sea of light I'm forced to close my eyes I can feel the vibrant waves of centuries go by Then the
rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when
orders disorder begins Feeding from the weak Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust Evening-dressed, this young countess Led lovers astray under cover of dusk When
you can't know the hate, that drives the blood in them, how can it hurt, when you can not feel just close your eyes, a dream that's all too real, let
motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
star trilogy, scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies Attack you mentally, draw up and stand just like a centipede Then strike fast, leave ya weak
Now maybe it was justice, to have just us ripping you Sipping brew between my verses, I'm hipping you to my feelings very strong when I like the song
