the sorrow spectrum grows. I weigh my anchor and sail thru the rainbow... There's no future to alter I enter the other side... and now we're dead...
of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other While I claim my place, center stage I've been thrown by the thrashing of his going Chained to his unseen
you know what they are? You wit' the A-Team or is you hatin' like they are? Fuck ?em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread