my father's world and to my listening ears Lost Secret sings the music of the spheres [Chorus x2: Allah Real] Now here we go again It doesn't mater
t bend But somehow they drove me back here once again To the place I lost at love, the place I lost my soul I wish I'd just burn down this place that we
secret lonely world begins So much safer here A place where I can go To forget about my daily sins Life here in my glass prison A place I once called
t get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shit) Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock) We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come
see Our finest gifts we bring To lay before the King...Oh when we come" [solo: Mike] It's Christmas again.. it will never be the same It's Christmas
been men with arms fightin Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children
times like this When we need change nigga Yeah, and if you really look at it Your life is like a movie And we all in the script playin a role Let's go
: [Kian:] So here we stand In our secret place With a sound of the crowd So far away And you take my hand And it feels like home We both understand It
fightin' Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin' Tell me why we die, we all God's children All this
he feel and I'm just bein' real I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret We ain't first class citizens and we ain't second either
So here we stand in our secret place Where the sound of the crowd is so far away You take my hand, and it feels like home We both understand, it's where
like this When we need change, nigga Yeah and if you really look at it Your life is like a movie And we all in the script playin' a role Let's go Mic
dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope Niggaz realize they just can't cope They're here
an eye Things will never be the same 'cause Willy's on his way Can we remember what we've got Before we open our big mouths To complain about the things we
Baby let's pretend We're just kids, seventeen again Don't let anyone know Hold on tight, and let's just let it go This ain't just a kiss we're stealing
clue --spoken: "now here comes the big ones. relationships! we all got 'em, we All want 'em. what do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya.&
be done Just a hang-up call and the quiet breathing of our Persian We call 'Cajun' on a Wednesday So we go from year to year With secrets we've been