From the hand of a government man Came these papers Came these signs Came these good things From this machinery hums come Oiled and whirling Fast, strong
A forged silhouette on concrete And there lands the template A man his church A mind and its state Made just for battle His emotions he hides He's sweating
I'm the paint on the road The weight of your load With the cracked glass ground Fuck it An itch in your brain In the drain shootin' rain I'm the flame
How to say it When it don't come I'm not tryin' to be vague But silent anyway Confusion With a smile and a sigh I'm glad for a friend Though they really
Locked in to a dream Step by step Crawling but static Unchanged, unchanged Locked into emotion Finely tuned, aching to escape Harmful, harmless Unfounded
captain, there are doubts regarding your ability to lead them the men lead them there are doubts in your ability there's too many blanks in your analogies
With the message comes pain With the dreams come sadness With the emptiness comes reality Staring me in the eye With the contact comes questions With
This is my key And I have seen This is my cup An eye on the land This is my house By the river And a lonesome pine Sighs resign This is my land And
me the night my compadre Raymond we were jumping fences jumping for freedom Ray says, "Hey Watt stop here a second." I said, "Hear her out in New Haven
Silence to regain composure or rather music to soothe Maybe a little magic could help things, could turn around Freeze this mood for now, hold tight till
The future holds a mystery We talk but don't know We hope but can't tell We share but not all The mystery holds fast The future, scary It eludes us though
I been thinkin about the time before Every time you leave, And the pictures that keep playin in my mind; I declare, I swear, I cant compare, Simple things
A political contribution Like the weeds in a garden Eyesore for the future Can you take my pardon? Savage or a saint? Automation has trances In my working
Enough today Too long silent Please send a feeling Think me a thought Gone too far again To no surprise (No surprise of mine) Direct stellar contact
All my worries and regret come pouring down. (yeah, they're pouring down!) Insanity is breaking me, my emotions, have no control. Rape me of my pride
see Rising from the ashes Well, it seems that there will always be Someone just like you Crackle, Crackle, And you're all dead Feel the heat from firehead, firehead, firehead
can see rising from the ashes Well it seems that there will always be someone just like you Crackle crackle and you're all dead feel the heat from firehead firehead firehead
Tulkojums: DIO. Firehead.
