into this is the perfect lie I throw away everything I can`t stand I lay my life in your hand into this is the perfect lie I'm crushing into something
day into this is the perfect lie I throw away everything I can`t stand I lay my life in your hand into this is the perfect lie I'm crushing into something
some, some imagined warrior production Twenty-first century, no chivalry involved No Bushido Oh, the code of the West long gone Never been, where does it lie
ah 'ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look
sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying
And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie
invitation There's no time for sleep so motherfucker come on Welcome to the Odyssey Prancing through a black hole in the sky from the 30th century
all space is living history. It seems as though time must betray us, yet we're alive and though I see no God to save us still we survive through the centuries
me ah 'ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look
ah 'ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look good
any rate, Blackthorne has studied the incredible inscriptions within that hidden alcove exhaustively, and in truth my own interests lie elsewhere in
ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look good
To surface on once a prosperous soil As superficially bewildered whores And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie
some, some Imagined warrior production Twenty-first century No chivalry involved No Bushido Oh, the code of the West Long gone Never been Where does it lie
(tonight) I'm pleading I need you to tell me tonight) Yea! Spectacular: The smallest things that you do mean so much to me to find the perfect lover yours will takes a century (century
lovers lies well lie entwined and ill take mine those bloodsoked lips, i tried to kiss now haunt me in my dreams moonlit skies and lovers lies well lie
