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We are the outstretched fingers
that seize and hold the wind

The strangeness of awakening
in an oh so silent world
Breathlessly waiting
for the first proud beams of light
As the hours grow longer
and the shadows never fall
My sky has forsaken me
my desperation grows

Bring me the light
in the darkness that never ends
the dawn will never come
punish my heaven

We have arrived at the outermost crossroads
The charge of cosmos at our atmospheric skies
will cause our fall

If I had winds, would I be forgiving?
If I had horns, would there be flames to shy my smile?

Hymns of loss are heard
from the masses in the sreets
praising the last of days
I punish

Bring me the light
in the fires that never end
The dawn will never come
punish my heaven

The charge of cosmos
Changing us from unearthly distance
I challenge the universe
it s the choice between heaven and hell

My soul bears all the weight of oceans
as mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?

I curse the heaven above me
As the light sinks through my outstretched fingers,
fading in my open arms

Make each tear in my bare hands
a lifetime in hell
On this last of light
when out autumn leaves fell
And as heaven itself commands me
out of its lair

my face lined with darkness I ll go

Inside of me lies a part of the night
Nobody lived what I lived, nobody knows what I know
Morning - dusk of my neverending life
I shall not live without you
Didn t you ever think of being my confident ?
A white bright and sublime and never falling sun...

I have no heart...

My life is such a fucking bore
I laugh so hard I m gonna choke
I think I m gonna end it all
By shooting up a shopping mall
I ll go out in a blaze of glory
I ll be a front page headline story
Take a thousand people...

Deeper shades of red descending
smear our names, the stains unending
turn forgiveness,
break the lens distorted
crush the infidel and turn about
famine in our hearts, bring up the silence louder
eradicate the lungs and take us higher

these are the...

I ve got the brains, you ve got the looks
Let s make lots of money
You ve got the brawn, I ve got the brains
Let s make lots of -

I ve had enough of scheming and messing around with jerks
My...

[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo
Truth had me up against the ropes
and semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of