The ash of my mind in the back of my throat Out on the ocean of curling, fetal smoke The anti spirit of time just behind these eyes of mine I can remember
woman and child like a feather fall from the sky so dark ..so dark in the moonlight naked we worship the night sky... no man can hold what the darkness
i was dancing when i was twelve i was dancing when i was twelve i was dancing when i was ahhh... i was dancing when i was ahhh... i danced myself right
we wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain
its only the end of the world again down by the ocean the frogmen are surfacing but the beast beneath the skin has been whispering, wondering wondering
long ago i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies
Summer blood for fighting dogs Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four Oh no - he never liked Lincoln at all my child I always thought the sun was just some hole
I'm paranoid watching over you are you looking this way talking this way so paranoid i hide from you so just stop breathing delude veracity life has
I am so distant And so cold I've lived too long And I'm so old I've tried so many distant ways I've watched each one of them delayed I can't expound for
I wonder around the streets so lonely and empty Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide Is there a place where I can escape to? A desert island where I can
Switch on the TV, look at the screen Money for a Rolls or a washing machine I pay my money and I pay my rent But every day it's always spent Maybe it
Sound vibrations in the air Can cause panic everywhere Reduce tall buildings into dust TV pictures to adjust Oscillations in my head All I hear is constant
I'm standing at the station waiting just to see your face I'm looking in shop windows whilst trying to retrace I received your letter, now the information
cowards to run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents
Verse 1: (Prodigy) You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef a backseat criminal that pass the heat to somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound
[Havoc] Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit!That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this
Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers! Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And
[Havoc] Bang your head, squeeze the four to this Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak