tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence
tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence
fabulous, life look pretty What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence
here with thoughts of you that still inspire me To be a light for all to see And one day we will be together In our final goal in the presence of He
years I swear you'd hear this all again" Back then they'd say "These soldiers walk on sacred ground This land's our history and our home They have no
never see it coming anymore Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines Not beneath our footsteps but never far away And now the possibility, the presence
voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an unexplained lone beacon far below the miles of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history
the spirit will prevail To our loved ones, and deceased Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.) Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our
in uniform Wo ist der Führer der mich führt Ich warte immer noch Leaving home REFRAIN: And god is on your side Dividing presence from the history
gave us- such desire- so we are- the creatures most likely to ruin our environment they created all things, equal in the beginning (but) throughout history, changed our
, "If anybody ever called her Antie She'd burn the whole goddamn place down", I'm over past that Coming into the new millennium, we can't forget our elders
stand armed and dangerous before the bloody fields of history. Devoid of dogma but ready to carve, to defy the trancient. Ready to stab forth with our
Holy civil war? A million men in uniform Wo ist der fuhrer der mich fuhrt? Ich warte immer noch And God is on your side Dividing presence from our history
..... Etana: Jah presence around us with love and we must all agree That it?s time to stop pretending we cannot see And if we all should close our eyes
Nixon Transfixed in her smile like the other fifty guys She hypnotized, Guess I'm another stickler for pretty eyes I minimized my obsession, never made the confession Even evaded her presence at our
come collect your freedom No matter what you're living in It's time to win Keep us in the four walls of our childrens will be quiet Most of us ain't
my old Kentucky home and it need me more than us, I can feel it in our tone we ain't ready for the leap, maybe one day we'll be grown and step outside our