All I know is fading Anxiously awaiting Furtively frustrating Endlessly parading down All I feel is falling Clutching sky but stalling When the past
If I told you That the crowd was all ears, Could you find the words to say? If I told you You could take home the prize, Would you know the game to play
You cannot hide Your pedigree Don't call me cynical. I can't provide A guarantee Don't call me cynical. Time and time again I'm finding a better defense
embers burn down low And with my face aglow You are all I know Set this place on fire Let the flames rise higher And as they reach the ceiling At your
Just move along There's nothing to see here Just flashing lights that simmer In pools that catch their crimson As the spectacle unfolds On tiptoes, bells
Forfeit My future For feelings of few far betweens Mindless Of merciful Measures Making ends preempt the means And I searched your eyes for an answer And shuddered at
For all the times that I apologized With humbled head and weeping sighs I find the times I tried to hold the lie With sweaty palms and knuckles white
fade away (Never more) I'm reaching to find The words to define The feeling entwined In every aching line In vain I'm waiting Here at the end The urge
We soldier on Through hell's high water This war's a losing fight The past is gone The future further Retreating out of sight And after the fire has
Yesterday's Cathedrals Bleed to the malls of today Each prick with A needle Carries the sacred away The structure That feeds us Now comes with a concession
there I get weakened with the weight And I'm riddled with remorse And I spin, but not the rooms And I'm shamed to have to state That I'm bottled at the
cost much more Kerosene Carry me If my faith gives way I have nothing. Nothing. If I lose my grip I've gained none at all. Please excuse my arrogance
enemies She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data Must've made her mad
look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ... Bizzy: See, they don??° understand me. I???e been through him, and him, and him, and then come at
gravitys on, Now everything drops I get my gravity on. The whole industry gettin mad at me songs, Sayin they dont like me the way I'm carrying on, Been a mad
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
this) Ain't no stopping me, come on, follow me if you feel the need (I got this) Better believe I got this, believe I got this Gravity's mad at me '
the hard hat, the rolex The way I see, if I was wack like you I'd be at me The way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity Def Jef with the
