't give up on me now This is a fight that we can win Don't give up on me now I feel a pulse, pulse, beat, beat, beating The trouble is with love and
Don't give up on me now This is a fight that we can win Don't give up on me now I feel a pulse, pulse, beat, beat, beating The trouble is with love
: Oh shit! It crawls down deep inside, Without a pulse or a will to die Not knowing the simplifies Now it takes what it takes, and lets the feelin'
mirrors to the animals wait till it get my hands on you i won't forget a face that left me just you wait till i get my hands on you i can't you won
come crashing Down on your face, ripping your veins out Your insides win and kill you from within And the seas will rise as serpents Spawned from the mouth of Earth's surface
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites "You
the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time 'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose And we have only touched on the surface of
on the block, never seen him before Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly
a pool of fluid intuition As secret splendor came to fruition My own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose As beautiful harmonies danced on the surface
down to nothing without a pot to piss in your missing the point that i'm mapping on this chart- everything we could be, everything we're not come on,
Dragon Goetia Red gold on cold stone With the dead arise Rise winged serpent Before the unseen Rise the serpenteye star Through times of war A victor
here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind We see the careful whitecoats Affix their machines veins To the pulsing neck side Checking dials they
the love of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache on
every little step set in a star, Retina Scarred; tread in a sled of bedbugs got my dead head in a jar Crazer camp stamp blank on the mug of settlers
on me It's awake even when you sleep It breaths without a heartbeat Making me incomplete And now, I know what I know Expect the demon down below To surface
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local ghetto street corner The chief, uh-huh Eyes in my mind, pulse
Surface, through the circuits, breaker breaker. Someone's calling but there's no one on the line. Positive, negative, negative, Breaker breaker. These