Curse Bait By News Reel, Bait By News Coverage To Go In For Journalism With Sufferings ' Scoops They Film Beyond Measure Too Proud Of Their Work To Feel
You Shouldn'T Disclose The Secret You Weren'T To Sift Out The Thruth Through The Hierarchical Threat Which Lays Down The Law Inside The Firm The Threat
I See Open Smiles Who Don 'T Care This Reality Each Day , Each Hour Each Minute, Each Second Many Thousands Of Children Are Dying Of Starvation Obvious
What'S Your Fucking Goal ? I Want Positive Truth You Point Your Finger. Things Better To Do You Talk Too Much It'S Suicidal To Believe In You, Malicious
Must Appear To Be A Joy Or An Atrocity Try To Understand Me I Think About Hard Moments When Harmful Enemies Will Fill Your Soul Your Innocence The Accident
Leaving My Self Existence Of Unfaith I Abandonned Pain, Escaping Never Ending War My Body' S Taking The Plunge In The Blank, No Vision Of Despair I Hate
We Belong To A New Race Which Would Be The One In This State Any True Colors Enside This Cold World We'Re An Active Pacific Race Fighting Against Oppression
Rise Pure Right Thoughts At The First Hour Of Our Civilization But Now Wisdom Has Been Transformed In Dark Ages Of Incomprehension Politicians Defend
Defeat Lusts After Victory, From Victory Up Is Defeat, My Short Life Has Been Forfeit. What Do Love And Hate But Suffering Represent ? From You To Me
S Just Em I Hear Shots Bullet For Self Defence To Defend Myself I Just Need My Mind Now I Lie Down To Sleep In This Cold Hole My Soul To Keep If I
After All Your Defeats Nobody Would Comfort You You Know What It Means To Live In Fear All This Bitterness Wells Up Inside You Hopeless Situation You
ll leave your soul paralyzed Yo, I respect that you be G-in (...in) It's the return of MC-in (...in) Yo, thank God for the season (...on) And don'
: As the wind chimes play along the breeze Singing songs to stir the soul, Rainbow colours entwined in fairytales On the maypole... Sing the song of
: I must leave you for a season Go out logging that hardwood timber Hardwood timber that grows so low In the forest of Fennario Tell me what you need
whisper of souls. Everything gone and never to return, here's the coldness and the bleakness of it all, a constant prelude to agony, a following of seasons
police sirens] Bring it any day! [Killah Priest] This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shots Cop cars swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burnin Hell's season, the soul
As the silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors