hard to tell This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
There must be something I can dream tonight, The air is filled with the moves of you, All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will, ooh, ah. Trumpets, violins
my own There must be something I can dream tonight The air is filled with the moves of you All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will Trumpets, violins
Subordinate terror kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My ninety eight was eighty seven on a record yo So now I go bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen
to tell This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
Mr. Damage, stands at the altar, Sermon of the search All the faithful follow Holding frozen hands as Mr, Holding frozen hands as Mr, Holding frozen
set its icy hungry teeth In our necks. Heads of noble birds swimming on the water surface Flew to thousands of parts just before it froze As if struck
private and away Like an old weapon Come here on command Like good children Allow us to watch 'til to the end Cigarette lifter The frozen violins Solid
coming back There's so much I want to see And hold and understand For only once will I live Somewhere along the way The dream started killing me A frozen
lowing and shifting like Beached whales Shelled snails As you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze
Well, Tommy woke that morning with a headfull of rocks and Sylvia was in shock. The story they'd been faking had frozen on their lips and fallen through
Throw a penny from the window Watch an old man play a song On a twenty dollar violin He bought before the war Though he screeches and he scratches And
to tell This rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
sleep, fear darkness go through the motions, did I fall asleep? I'm bowling, the old nine pin, a sign unwanted... Now I'm a target, I'm hot and frozen
The watchman said to Reba the loon Was it pale at Manzanita Or Blind Bob the raccoon? Pin it on a drifter They sleep beneath the bridge One plays the violin
Throw a penny from the window, watch an old man play a song On a twenty-dollar violin he bought before the war, Though he screeches and he scratches and
motionless Like frozen in their play All covered up in cobwebs Indicated the time that passed All in their evening attire Beautiful Like an old monochrome photograph Bow lie still on violin
