If only you had asked for conviction, suddenly our future is not what it used to be. You have gone and thought this out of shape; suddenly our future
This hiding from the truth is an exhaustive task. We're strangers in the end, whose eyes won't meet again. With our time at hand there's a litany of
I would leave and never breathe a word of this, while you haul bad news around with you. I'll wait with breath abated. I'll wait with breath abated.
down Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta style so cold Everybody and their
round Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Some people gots to have it Some really need it A lot might even sacrifice their
left in strange lands And our grave be dug by cold hands? When we die, when we die When we die, when we die Will their tears wash the church away And their
got some strange disease?" God shuffled his feet And glanced around at them The people cleared their throats And stared right back at him People sat waiting out on their
were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball And study peoples life styles Their general habits of living in their strange society
light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right --- Confident their
vibe that I've got going, Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing, The ladies were hot I sat down and listened, To their
they knew all about me I thought it seemed strange as we entered in They stopped a young rabbi to ask his opinion Caught in the act, their reason for
Well I seen you out there parading In the streets of your distant land In your strange caps and clothing Shouting, "I don't understand" But you, you
and weird companions moonstruck witches and their demons "follow the nightway and become one of us" so says the celebrants of the hexentanz. they gather
Nocturna and Luna All this fauns and weird companions Moonstruck witches and their demons "Follow the nightway and become one of us" So says the celebrants of the Hexentanz They gather
the comfort of their yacht, (it's strange how when you needed saving they conveniently forgot). The countless times you've stopped them sinking, fought to keep their
the dark, I see their face Such twisted face, I see their face The magic, once strong and true Now seems to fade, fade from you The strange ones, have
of many who claim To be victims of strange rituals Celestial visitors returning Since ancient times To gather specimens for their research Belief their
has no borders It's under my feet wherever I go Around the world in every corner There's always a family or a friend I know I've seen myself in all their
