... The end of time The blinding light Through bloodshot eyes I struggle to see The truth. We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs
the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. [(madchild) prevail:] (there's no time to waste) We move with grace, (one life to embrace) Though it feels
degrade my name that's insane you hatin' the gang clown those lames nothin' but a shit stain I'm Rhymefest you can feel my reign arms out to here here feel my range we
, since we have this moment Here at heaven's door We should start knocking now What are we waiting for? Let us pray, let us pray Everywhere in every way Every moment
We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while We
. We ate, we drank, and we were merry, And we got typhoid and dysentery. But best of all, we went to the plaza de toros. Now whenever I start feeling
promised, but it is we swear. Think we holding our own, just a fist full of air. God has never been obligated to give us life. If we fought for our rights, we
Plamondon, ma mere But it's truly a gift for us too Because we love, for me those songs They're so beautiful memories And those songs were written
Uugh, yeah, yeah here we go y'all Here we here we here we go y'all Busta Rhymes Flip mode y'all Yeah, yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat
in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull
our breath As spirits dancing through the cold To hold the moment's grace As her eyes set with the sun I will hope again And this age-old song plays
remember when we used to dance And incidence arose from circumstance One thing lead to another we were young And we would scream together songs unsung {chorus} It was the heat of the moment
for a while Can you feel what I feel? So we can establish that the pain is real Don't be afraid and I'll do the same for you And we'll just hang on And
s a reason we can trade our pain and replace it with a rush of hope Everybody with a weary heart can fall and rise again from grace And when we're searching
of man, courtesans with sylph-like graces dancing to the pipes of Pan - that echoed through the ether notes that soured the wings of halcyon, songs to
swans My gift to life, light like Your embrace, the grace of white fawns Arriving dawn that I've awaited life-long, when she yawns Right palm and arm, the softest song
we fall for our rights, we be in hell tonight. Mere sinners own nothing but a fierce hand. We never loved him we pushed away his pierced hands. I rejected his love, grace
