a raise to a new level And see the true devil Any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape Any form, any swarm Ride over your dish like a picnic
Yet vision is all that matters To a wayward traveller, Another dream... another dream is all we are longing for. In every shade, a fragment of light, In every shape
Now when I was a lad and old Shep was a pup Over hills and valleys we'd stray Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun We grew up together that
Your shape dim I'm an old man now The air's thin The walls very damp now And if I don't go I'll always be stuck here in this poor little room With a
in the home I love. Who could see that a man could come Who would change the shape of his dreams. Helpless now I stand with him, Watching older dreams grow dim. Oh, what a
Pour me out So that someday I might see Pour me out I want to lose myself In finding You Embracing grace and facing truth Tear down these walls that dim The shape
face runs from here to here She gives me the look and I mean the look Was it love a first sight man or somethin? she took? A swagger in my step like a
Proemial Of Spell] Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead. Madeleine, my animated sister, you're dim like the candle in my
a backstep, A cruel noose around a young neck. They teach our children in the classroom To respect a madman on a rostrum, To praise the dirty works of
found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a
, reduce that faggot ass nigga Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up A tube in your dick, you can't piss
and wiiiiine Chorus: A mi sey gal yuh a di wife Man a treat yuh rite Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
burn in pallid splendor Vision so strange A welcome change How true the Word How tried the soul How tired the wait Poised to kill the will the sacrifice How dim
dim by dirty tap water and that Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins Let's connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth J-walkin
out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and
owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... "This ain't no dream..." Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape
you say something's missing? You have a stone-cold picture of a girlfriend And a celibate wife You're in no shape to argue But you're ready for a fight
sky is cut by lines of metal tubes protruding When one's within it gets quite dim as you're just one included Look between the glossy sheen and the shapes