I used to have fun in the summer sun but now I have to run for the shade I used to have fun in the noon day sun but now its got me headed for an early
in this dream far too long And I lie awake and the hurt breaks my fall All alone in this world with my symphony I stand, I stand at the burning tree
dwon my eyes before the tyrant's throne I know that our screams will sound out to the world, Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom These
: [Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
will burn the fleet, We can never go home, So to victory or underground. Burn the fleet, We?ll be heroes or ghosts, But we won?t be turned around. Burn
than emptyness. In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees and no one else is sleeping well. Burn me tonight. Feeing my lies slip away. Burn
say goodbye your soul ripped from your stomach you gave an awful cry a cry and when I have died will you use my spine to swing from tree to tree in search
reindeer Joy-rode the North Pole, steering is a bitch so I hopped out and ask some Jasper elves for some info Where I can burn some Christmas trees with
: Sky is wide; trees are burnt, Been a while since you stood here, You feel cold, so alone, Yet the wind whispers ?hello? and it blows, When it blows
: Crimson summer sky sundown has come trees cloaked in shadows what would I find beyond? As I'm watching, thinking, waiting for the night to fall could
Babylon Ah Bury Cool As Di Breeze I Ah Flow So Irie And Merry To Perfect Sun Life Trees Grow (Sip Life Apple And Cherry?) Rastafari Neva Go Now Fiya Burn
say we are We build our get away Up in a tree we found We felt so far away Though we were still in town I remember watching That old tree burn down I
the preacher raised to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain." To him the world's defiled. In Lot he sees a likeness there; he swears this Sodom will burn
sheets tonight the memory will linger and burn And when she look at the face in the mirror What a terrible sight Lily white turning to raspberry (When it burns
hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal
G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the
you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges