dark but we are angels ever angels in the dark now I know what I don't want from their care no kisses, no caress only to scream what I feel inside me
I see the mad crowd that crosses the street pass through their faces, my skin their smell, my memories, now everything disappears, everything disappears
drawn by the able hands of one who knows what I desire now nuture vendetta now I do not all is lost and all is in your hands all is lost for a perfect
takes me away give me only a poison kiss from an image vanished give me only a poison kiss a new trip takes me away you could be only listening to what
Follow the cracks that you are creating in the white wall in the blinding light look inside the deep crevices in the white wall in the blinding light
these days count every single time that I've lost 'cos of my mind another today I live in these days without a reason found I can never know what I've
Hopes compromised by never ending screamed accusation ideas sacrificed to the machines of corruption looking for degraded consecration obscure reflection
shielded by my empty thoughts facing the barren wall out of view, out of view listen to me, listen to me when I fall never felt, never cried what remains, what remains
each one of them there's no breath which condemns them if this is heaven that word said, for you will be a lie if this is heaven here my body is lost
My race goes on towards a finish that seems to get further away with each step I'm always alone breathing heavily overcoming every obstacle without ever
Show me your eyes of blood I feel a tremor I try to get up show me your latest antic now I seek your face but all I find's dust what I feel is beyond
an eternalist? Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this And there it is Say what? Say what, say what, say what
The hypnotic, the hypnotic The hypnotic, the hypnotic Yo I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona She delt with reality never fed it to the drama
tomorrow. The seas a funny shade of blue now, Do we drown in mistakes sorrow? A nation remains silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions. An image of convenience, in reality
vacation This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine And then I jump the turnstyle I lost
boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big cd's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer beez Chorus: rhyme recca Everything is everything, reality
there probably DJing for god Keeping a lookout for the ones that aint so sure On what they want to do And if they need some more, support Of what we used
can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they lining up I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm impotent I can't get
