Besedila:
Built On Secrets Take Control

to be So who are you to say? This isn?t like yesterday (Like yesterday) Test my non-existent heart My chest was empty from the start I?m breaking apart Let me take control Control

cannot see his face He spits on me and does not care He puts me in my place His dictatorship is vile His kingdom built on pain Pure evil poured on everyone

has built a catacomb, he is living in a tomb, below the ground, where there's no sound, he is hiding, from the world. Something resembling an altar was built

I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath

a prayer baby, I knock on wood That every night I wake up restless from the heat You got to believe I never had such a physical dream baby It's built on

control your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places, and many times. Countless secrets

built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to

flat on yo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire quick

you opened up my arms And one by one your kisses Broke down my defenses I think you know A secret code, some magic touch That sets my soul on fire because