Letras:
Hidden In Plain View The Point

My voice is tired I can barely speak a whisper These words clear our minds And these broken bottles and glasses Heal our lives So drinks to the skies

My voice is tired I can barely speak a whisper These words clear our minds And these broken bottles and glasses Heal our lives So drinks to the skies

rich or middle class ... [Eva:] Screw the middle classes! I will never accept them! My father's other family were middle class And we were kept out of sight, hidden from view

!), gattaca days, attica paper scattered, diagonal mahogony boggled the train savage, to boxed the botanically inclined child slave labor, blades clipped the perfect petal now play later, play

were rich or middle class ... (Eva:) Screw the middle classes! I will never accept them! My father's other family were middle class And we were kept out of sight, hidden from view

if I was I'm dumpin' shells Tie you to the rail, bitch I'll make you a funky smell From a gangsta's a point of view I'm asking you how does it feel To

outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental) I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture my sculpture