From the chapel to the parking lot All the Scriptures that she had forgot Memories so overwrought De murder Adieu for tonight Never been such a delight
Monday, roll out of bed OK, 'cause I'm feeling dead I need a break Let's ditch school and party all day Call in sick 'cause we're going all the way Are
They say we're wasting time Walking like we're blind I look Try to find the reason why Our lives are so unpredictable Whoa whoa whoa whoa Life is not
Dun da da dun ba ba bada da dun da da du dun dun ba da dum dum dummmm The key, to my heart Is far out of your reach Please detain me an intricate man
[Shanky Don Intro:] Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you
Shanky Don Intro: Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose
Oooohh ouuuh, My heart is a desert land So dry and cold My heart is a desert land Nothing for miles any way you go I feel so different Since you've been
Terminate, desecrate Evolving from despair and desolation Desires to desolate away from the xtian souls and desecrate Expectations of annihilation followed
So goodbye Lovely traintracks Goodbye Broken trees The devil Poured his concrete Across all Our empty fields From shadows Across our sunrise
Grab my knee and look at me and try to tell me I'll be home soon Asleep in my bed and unstoned I'm tired of me this way I don't know what I've gotten
Hace frio en esta habitacion, esta lloviendo fuera. No queda nadie en ningun callejon, parece una ciudad desierta. Se ha destemplado mi corazon porque
Return, right back to the hell from which you came from held back by the bloodline, somethings gone horribly wrong we feel as if we don't belong why do
It's rolling So goodbye lovely train tracks And goodbye broken trees The devil poured his concrete 'Cross all our empty fields From shadows across our
Everything seems to be flowing My mind is set to consume you And when the world comes down on you Don't come to me to shed your tears We got the time
[Music - Brunelle] [Instrumental]
by a pool of amber water a sticky smell of carrion kind integrates with nature slowly green fields i offer you snowy mountains in present air the sunflower
Tu sais il a tout jete Tes polaroids et tes papiers C?est brule enterre classe Toi l?ex cleptomane tu ne lui a rien laisse Il a tout jete Ses tendres
[lyrics by Nocturno Culto] Desolate winter lifeless Landscape Halls of north frozen Eagles and ravens domain One-eyed master silently Awaits to strike