in this pain I'm feeling Pouring rain hits my face Stay on this course we've plotted Trust in fate will guide me home I live day by day, alone still
the very final day For what seemed only just a moment in time Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder
the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all round Ort the very last day A Unicorn headed the Mystical way Surrounded by
, why don't you try hit the drums Look, you see me ma, they wish they could be me ma As I got better, her body was eaten by Leukemia Seventh grade, it
it, pay attention, here we go Ahh, pleasant day in Egypt, I say Say, what is this? A tisket, a tasket I wonder what's in that basket Sweet Daddy strolled by
wild and frightening at the same time they are blessed and I wonder if God died, turned his back or only just rested. And you walked out on the seventh day
corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore Your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day
of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand And even they sometimes wonder what's going on
'll never feel this way again, again These are the lives we are measured by Heaven help us to answer why Every minute of every day they die Waiting and wondering
play And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
, by the way I speak I'ma say what I wanna say in any fuckin' kinda way Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
him know that he's remembered by my crew. And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime. Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign. [Monoxide Child] I
been doin' They see the way I walk I wonder what they see now I wonder what they do To feel somebody want them The way I'm wanting you I've been on the
stone so dark and could... black devil Help me, help me, cause I don't know what's going on It was the early morning of the seventh day I had been making
In the quicksand you're on land and you're offshore In the quicksand, it's on land and offshore Ever wonder why people disappear? Sucked under by the day
