Some will say, take cover And some will say, take care Some will call you over Some will call you out To show you their nightmares But there are dreams
Übersetzung: Sense Field. Will.
your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense
Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'? How long are we gonna be ridin'? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort
kept at bay As you narrow the field of vision To retain a sense of control Your focus will remain unfixed In the haze of a world unhinged Create a sense
ask of thee What lies ahead you will never know so come prepared Oh I wish for thee to see the vast plains and the field, The open seas, The wailing
way, Soldier Boy. No sense they have, of ills to come. Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, Soldier Boy. Playgrounds into battle fields
of shadows will appear a ghastly sight of crocked bodies crawling out to breathe the air in the fields where light remains far away from all common sense
touch light Beyond the panes I sense a danger There's silhouettes of a hundred people My Sister Moon would reveal no stranger Collect my mantel, collect my senses
or to die. we move on. you are this light. you always will be. burning down. burn. burning down. i've lost my ground. melted from inside. a rotten field
Hook] [Big Boi] I Stank I can, I Stank I can, I know I can, I will The nigga B-I-G be knockin players off the field, for real Dungeon Family got my sword
lain in debris. Thus is the circle of the tide... I drain my vision out of thee... For sure, the time will come, and the ocean will been set free: The
is at the top till the very end And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take none Try your luck and we'll see who will get done I mean immediately
: [1. Held Captive] [Core is held against her will and cries to get back to Demeter. Suffers in silence and loses hope in being freed again.] [Persephone
is in the sky Thousand coming flaming arrows whistle in the night Dead bodies hide the landscape Falling on my side The smell of flesh makes drunk the senses
of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one after the other, our own five senses, until
home your heart is my home the golden field, the sense of red nights there's something lost cause we've forgotten to fight the field is broken but the dream will
: Lyrics by: Aaron Saine and Will Robinson Before God and family we made the perfect start And swore death would be the only thing to keep us apart