Driving in the dark in your car I want to sleep All the headlights weep And run under the gloomy rain Driving at night makes me sleepy I try hard to
think about each step Not of where I'm trying to get Watching people move They appear to groove With the invisible Watching people move They appear to fuse With the invisible
for february I saw the concrete rising over me Milk chocolate pumping through my heart Beneath the flyover I lit a fire All my possessions tied up with
I suck on biro The office party is in three weeks time What shall I wear? Wet-look in my hair? I just killed my new boss I shut that cock up with a rock
How can I trust my memory? How can I trust my own memory? Did what I thought I saw before occur? How can I trust my family? Maybe they've lied for years
She cursed me with impatience And a need to follow clouds So I find myself in cloud grave yards When the sun is climbing down From my village I gazed
the original nine-nine You know where to find mine, I'm strapped with a four-five I'm posted with that fire, fire, baby! That fire, fire, baby! That
the Planet of (almost full) Void Weaves War with a gesture of Might Fallen are the Souls Blinded by the Warrior Dreams Finds the star invisible to most
summon thee from north Bestow your power upon me Fulfil my desires, make me invisible So that my enemies cannot see Lord Lucifer, plague this world with
to A7 Deal with the schism Down on the rhythm ??.. DJ cool Have you served your position? ?.. I?m on a mission We are invisible ?. Chorus Stop! Watch
God we don't want any of that glory Father God make us invisible Father we wanna decrease that u might increase John 3:30 ain't that right Diamone? make us invisible
of magic, I'll meet them in the air I am invisible, I move without a sound They look but cannot find me, they think that I'm not there With a spell I
and with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life. Success agreed with me with
they can't come close to the original nine-nine You know where to find mine, I'm strapped with a four-five I'm posted with that Fire, fire, baby, that
just a murda for the nation But some end up locked up, broke up For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body With
'm not offering It serves you right, now you are suffering Give me the chance to see it through It all depends on what you hold is true Button my lip With