Life left you to oblivion You wanted this - You beg for this It's now in your hands [chorus] It's what you want now when you scream my name Oh how you
: [Music & Lyrics: Tobias Sammet] You gotta know That there ain't always Words of reason to explain With those words my heart is falling silent To let
Seasons of doubt, fear and silent desires of life have gone by. Visions have called back my longing for freedom tonight. Made me sigh... Wasting my
you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and
on roll you hold my pistol My gangsta bitch that you always in the mood for love that's why I'm sleeping with you Though not the man of your dreams, my
soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my
auto-tune, Just because the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume? But naw, I bring these lames to their doom. Better wake up! Wake up! Wake up! We
the grave There is nothing left inside But I am wide awake I can hear the devil call my name HOPELESS I'm falling down FILTHY I can't wake up I can
: My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I'll wake you tomorrow and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. My Lady d'Arbanville why
never wake from this nightmare, I let out a silent prayer let it be over, over Inside I'm screaming Begging, pleading No more I don't know what to do My
my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
looks just like a silent word being spoken Wake Me Shake me Come on take me To a Higher Plane Make the music and the rhythm Carry me away Rhythm is my spirit Rhythm is my
eyes a romance With it I dance Musician of the dreams [The Traveller] My inspiration will be All the strength of my destiny I wake up and my throat screams
of life, with my heart I condemn your ignorant ways Like the leaves of the high trees I wither and fall, Borne by autumnal winds to my funeral hall I'
My mournful roam has ended I hide in the shadows white binding my time, sheltered from this world which disorderly rhyme with the fury of damnation Once I held in my
