out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall Pictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash
giants on a chicken-run Everybody dies laughing Thrust into the drag on the edge and wait Motivate the one inside you Bastard kicker burn blow the ash
clear your table So I wipe it, it's right to keep it clean So I clean, yes, I clean Do you clean? Yes, I clean it I have to empty ash trays I empty
men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us
Featuring Drag-On] [Loon] Yo,what would make a scared man pull a trigga The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga The same thing that'd make me
Serpent tails and flying fish sup up all the wishes That you sent to the stars Chinese dragons, incandescent mirrors in the waves I want to put them in
bent, broken and strewn Reduced to ash Reduced to ash Self-contained eternity, we've sealed the dawn By torching the sun with the dragons we have spawned
to end us all Burning red the dragon souls Oh wow this maddness lacks in skill Aim to please Baby shoot to kill Straight the sky just turns like ash
baby to the river Wooden raft Upstream current of Yahweh's golden piss Return the holy flesh of the Nazarene Tabernacle of ash My side bleeds too
I done? What can I do? What you believe about yourself It all comes true My life is a contradiction Of sorrow and desire I drag my heart across the ash
lips in slow currents, and I watch As your face is framed in its slow currents, drifting curls A trailin' path, a long draft becomes a tress of blue ash
most bragging rights because a nigga spit crack, bag it tight hate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger right cause I done came Ii??m moi?? fire than a dragon
And I should have the most braggin' rights Because a nigga spit crack, bag it tight Hate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger right 'Cause I done came wit mo' fire than a dragon
Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We
ash in a duffle bag [Pacewon] Yeah, ya'll fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800 Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon
I done? What can I do? What you believe about yourself It all comes true My life is a contradiction of sorrow and desire I drag my heart across the ash
cut kindling crackles and the smoke curls up the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn chinook dies down as the dark descends pine has burned, the ash
