to further ourselves we make a choice to be blind in bliss and sound or make a change in our lives to speak up and have a voice to be heard above the noise
without pity I arrange certain words amongst silence To be heard in abundance what mc's face redundance Stereo speakers exceed beyond specifications Through Extended noise
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when
been dreamin It's the only thing in life that's left that's free Guess again Oh I must've been dreamin Dreamin's always worked pretty well Dreamin's
Light's above, shadows fly The night will show the signs in the sky A screaming noise, more and more Someone has opened the door Creatures crawl and
Aesop Rock] Yo, change the fucking channel. I burn a coma candle. When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample. We them cats talking noise
destiny It's your life but it's me deciding couldn't be much... from this heart she will kill me... I swear...she will... This silence never touched by noise
would never be heard. Freedom of choice it's what you've got Freedom of choice You're given a voice you don't want it seems to be the rule of thumb
So hard to hear the smallest voice That's fighting to be heard above the noise of days Hard to believe and trusting star That's shining on us from so
{Refrain Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise and
is the last call for ellis island These are the last words I'm ever gonna hear you say So goodbye, babe Goodbye, babe. I hear sweethearts whisper their undying love Above the noise
Oh, oh, oh... Be a winner--be a star Be happy to be who you are Gotta be yourself---gotta make a plan Gotta go for it while you can (CHORUS) Get a
has ruined my day. Now we gotta see his fuckin' play within a play. Hell, the place'll be drafty, the seats won't be com'fa'ble, I wouldn't go at all
Man Though My Mind Could Think I Still Was A Mad Man I Hear The Voices When I'm Dreaming, I Can Hear Them Say Carry On My Wayward Son, There'll Be Peace
and proclamation of kings I hear the messages I hear the debate I hear all the love songs I hear all the promises I hear music that dreamers create
