Like a volcano Oh oh ohno yeah Like a volcano No yeah no yeah Like a volcano Like a volcano Burn burn burn burn burn Like a volcano Burn burn
used to burn your idol in a battle To screw you into saying, Look, I don't wanna battle, M.I.B., WB mad respect Black stealthbombarama, radar can't detect
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
though it was mail fraud Different traps, I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
, in flames, in the smoke Just another life, just another breath And who'll remember Oh! Eternity now As eternal as a sheet of marble Eternal as a slab
[ Music:Alessandro Muscio - Words:Stefano Droetto/Alessandro Muscio ] Burning skies, Angels of hell are marching through the stars Showing me weak
s a shame but life is what we know it as Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands How your man
black and white And I'm still alive, and I will survive Well come on baby I will survive Yeah come on honey The winds are hints of trouble as the skies
like you Don't wannt be like you! There's no others There's no others We're burning up in here My body's burning We're burning up in here There
There's a black wind blowing A typhoon on the rise Pummeling rain Murderous skies I'm gonna take my books I'm gonna wear my coat I'm gonna find my scarf
ends. Whisper soft, look into my eyes, black roses rain from blood filled skies Whisper soft, her eyes stained with cries, black roses flood as this
light no more Light up the skies... The Demons ring the Sabbath bells Rejoice the witches chant Preper the sacrafice - by fire The blood runs black
is the solstice, hail legions arise We'll raise the roof, touch the skies We're praying for The wings of Mayhem to arrive The screaming fury burns Brings
staring at the skies under a Poet's moon A night black as hoodlo's eye, the sparks fly from a tinker's fire As the stories burn among us under a Poet'
it Feel it coming over me The rain gonna come through the window pain gonna come Black white rich poor, it's the same old drum Rainy days like a war use wisdom as
state With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle To subdue you into saying, "Look, I don't wanna battle" MIB, W3 mad respect Black stealthbombarama
the coming of night And I had to feel my tears As they burned my eyes so alive Take my mind out So I can be clear The pure blue skies It seemed to kill
Vibes all I a bingee oots - (?) wssh One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do two can be as bad as one it's the loneliest number since the
