wheel If I don?t do what they say I?ll be burning on the cross Now the cross is standing tall Waiting for witches? repentance Burning in the wind Is
're living in a time machine And you can choose just who you are Someone that you've never seen Somewhere you've never been You're living in a time machine
the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn
cruel world But this time I know you're on your own The machine watches over this unfortunate boy A monument for forever Versus me and you Cupid's whore stole the arrows of time
will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison
I saw an orange robe burning I saw a youth on fire I saw metal machines that were turning On a generation that hadn't yet tired I heard of two generations
them someday My mind slips back to times when the earth was thought a square A terrifying mystery, sea dragons lived up there My time machine begins
is rest So I'm packing up and I'm headed west My mind's made up, I'll put it to the test Pushing myself and this old machine Burning fumes and what'
made a day of awe and circles, circles And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white
I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride till the sun burn
up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind spitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding
million men were sent to do the deeds of one Racing with the times to build a burning sun Machines to learn, machines to make us love Machines to
insane still the fires of hell burn on Sands of time are running out for us all Free your mind before we fall Senselessly the war machine marches on
[1. Echoes on the Wind] It's the calm before the storm It's the quiet before the war It's the time when all will be decided. (All will be decided) if
in the wind Twig in the wind (a bunch of times) All right I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
dream-machine To a time and place where no one has been Where the sun is blue and the sky is green In your dream-machine Fly me to a star burning out
than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro Manny one verse, time come in My cafi in the scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn
