I don't know what you saw in me But I'm glad you believed in spite of my condition That your mission was to rescue my heart Don't understand the sacrifice
3 a.m and you're tossing in your bed Thoughts are turning in your head You're hanging on, but how much longer Why do empty things you pour your soul into
What Up Sit Up Get Up Wit Us Killas Enough Niggas To Crush Ya Luck And Bust Ya Guts And Liver Hit With The Rigor Now Ya Livin Off In The River Watchin
What do you think, are we gonna stay lost in the maze Of mind games and power plays Or are we gonna take the chance of a lifetime To see the light of
When the sun goes down And the bats are back to bed The brothers come 'round I get out of my dirty bed I shake my pretty little head Tap my pretty little
You remind me of the babe (What babe?) Babe with the power (What power?) Power of voodoo (Who do?) You do (Do what?) Remind me of the babe I saw my
Running through this maze, cry at what I see A civilization with values alien to me All the role models, lost souls, false gods that I am shown Ordeals
Atrapado en los laberintos de la fe Si dejo de creer dejare de crecer? Donde termina el mar? Tras el karma, tu mente, y tu ser solo queda el dolor, el
We're all rats in a maze
Life betrayal, a warping rage Evil ripping caverns through your mind Immolation, in blood you've signed your soul away Sickening life ends but the horror
Left, right, straight ahead There's no way out, you're dead Left, right, straight ahead There's no way out, you're dead Left, right, straight ahead Left
Help, the air turns black The birds drop from the sky This eagle has landed I'm choking on your pride And the walls are closing in And you don't appreciate
Get away - get outside, Run with her - side by side, Climbing down - dirty sheets, Breaking through -the narrow streets. That's what you get 'cause you
No one can blame you for walking away Too much rejection No love injection Life can be easy It's not always swell Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
Unholy land greets her with fog and death The further the worse a?? anxiety whispers More subtle than scent the sense of hunting is In a labyrinth of
My eyes can see so close, the invisible walls which force you in conformed paths guiding your mind under a bright sky of painted glass [PRE CHORUS:]
The overhead view is of me in a maze And you see what I'm hunting a few steps away But I take a wrong turn and I'm on the wrong path And the people all