Letras:
Root Voices From The Wall

to the Wall, flying like wind Mystery Power driving me forward I'm Apocalyptic - Horseman And this Wall is my Goal ! Is it Wall of Death ? Is it Wall

like to make a call, Please hang up and try again If you need help, Hang up and then dial your operator If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and

t got to mess about Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out Stay a little

does try very hard Pens from hotel rooms, old library card Photos and whatnots, blood in his boots Sun in his eyes, an achor instead of roots Clocks on every wall

pocket fulla gloves Plus the look of you is like the root of all lust Just one look at you could cost an eye ball Fire balls rain down from a higher

for solutions I am leader, I am student, I am fate and evolutions I am spirit, I am voice, I am memory not recalled I am chance, I am cause, I am effort blocked and walled

goes numb There's nothing harder Than learning how to receive Calm down, be still We've got plenty of time to kill No hand writing on the wall Just the voice

I hear the voices around me Burning the regions of mind The thoughts are growling together I gaze at the walls of frustration Bewitching my last sanity

like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" "If you'd like to make a call, please hang