Friendship seven, I'll try to describe what I'm in here I'm in a big mass of some very small particles that are brilliantly lit up Like they're luminescent
in a forgotten room, the tenth day of August your voice as crystalline shadows with words from your mouth i never thought i'd hear again "you know i care
Welcome to the Hutzovina border Come see what we got Kontrabanda prana-donors ai Never mind now securitate it's a tihiy chase Latche romenitza bravinta
Yesterday a strange phenomenon And now today You think it's changed You tell me that you Think it's a change And now today Yesterday Today, today
Welcome to the hutzovina border Come see what we got Kontrabanda prana-donors ai Never mind now securitate it's a tihiy chas Latche romenitza bravinta
Welcome to the Hutzovina border Come see what we got Kontrabanda prana-donors ai Never mind now securitate it's a tihiy chas Latche romenitza bravinta
RIT: Sembra che sia un fenomeno (yeah) Sembra che sia un fenomeno vedi, l'hip hop non ha mai preso di citta in citta e non e la mia opinione la storia
The view within a child's eyes is none too cautious none too wise Everything is what it seems Believing I could live the dream I stood as David in
bleeding through the cables living through the cables breathing through the cables emergence through the cables A-life is not a life A-life is not a life
I can see you now You're looking far away I wonder if you're dreaming of A happy future day Your body poised and still Your face composed serene The moving
Your stolen innocence lost beyond recovery A cold ambivalence desecrates that memory A warped reality an expectation spurned Lost in banality And paradise
Pacing in a gilded cage Youthful lust turns to rage You turn your fear into a need Scratch your sores until they bleed Take solace in a stranger's bed
Somewhere an infant cries / her parents do not stir resting under leaden skies / I wonder who they were The stolid minions come / They do as they were
Another storm is rolling through An olive branch just hit the ground I'm not sure I know what to do The Earth just screamed without a sound An iron god
The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin A nightly visitation will surely come again And you must keep your silence, the walls are paper-thin
Kneel on sacred reeds and kiss the rising sun A wild intemperate wind will rush Among the works that you've begun Set the skies aflame and dance within
Like a spider spinning webs in your fetid hole You measure discontent with envy Darkness eats your soul You hatch your sordid little plots Every convert
Loveless, soul-less robots made out of skin Manicure, accessorize, cover up the sewage within Twisted, tainted, always at odds Silicone idols to disposable