with memories Likes to keep things left unsaid If I ask of you Try and help me see what's true I'll Close the book and walk away Last time I saw him
you pay It's the last time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring It's the first time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring
champion, I'm a little nigga That's why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions 'Cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my
Claiming he's an innocent soul Son of a silent force Well under pressure but all so cold I better light the torch 'Cause he's able to do it again Degrade
your music Is that you need a computer to hear it This year your independent, Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right? The last year before
facts, everything dies in the end Always brave on the outside Smiling in the face of despair Blood courses through constricted veins Silent screams,
into to a certain fate The ones who have past Will be brought back in Only to be sent, Back up the hill again For the last time, It appears to be sure
is our judge and jury to all Heaven awaits for those who are called Living and breathing and seeing and praying For it is the very last time There is
at his caddy. He continues to star for quite some time, and then abruptly walks back to his ball; not taking much time set up at all he swings, Champion
times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time
for one more time Crushed, defeated, the force surrounded, the free stay trapped inside System down, feel the raging war tonight Time after time, promises
on and forever this time Battered, beaten, forced to submission, stricken by your fatal decision Suddenly it's time to say your last goodbyes Misery
of this weeks attack And force feed, socialist shit militant crap. They blatantly try and whip up violence. Why don't they keep their arseholes shut? And keep in silent
, storm-hammered. (These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.) O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last
last of my life's blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought destiny is at last fulfilled.) Swathed in freezing flame... The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently
Last night I slept with a stranger for the first time since you've gone Regretfully lying naked I reflect on what I've done Her leg still forced in between
womb of the Holy Virgin To taste of immaculate sin From temptation's peak, we will see The world unfurled at last Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind
