BURN THE END AND FALL AWAY TRY TO LOOK THE BEST TO PORTRAY THIS DEATH THE AIR AROUND ME IS CLOUDY, SMELLS LIKE CANCER SEEMS LIKE MY NEED TO BE SOMETHING
Everything comes to an end. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies.
themselves, the change I have found, that keeps me bound, without a sound. There's a process in the world, and no one can stop the change. There's a process
Whenever your shadow falls on stony ground And there's not a hand for you to hold Whenever the dreams you dream come crashing down Every time you think
realize you underestimated the ice You thought that I was ok but now you realize I'm nice But that's alright 'cause I knew I'd make it in the end Those
upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead) a woman in black cries as the deathly procession passes by and monks
for the alleged Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected Expert witness, the paid authority Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years Hating the process
that he facin' Better yet gonna get me facin', 'cause we know he's the back Bone, if ya crush the bone, ya alter the mind And thought process is vital
As I hop on this red eye flight with all red eyes Hoodie over my head, recognize a Jedi, If I go too fast down this road I end up like left eye I'm wondering
knock the hair up off your chest (Beeyaa!) My shocks from your brain, threw a fucked up mess Unless, I put the potato on the end of the barrel And
the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (This is the end of time) This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (This is the end of
Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones In the process of
, it's raining, no one to complain Just wishing the time will go by Sitting here anxious a touch too ambitious So tell me what time do we end This on going process
knowing that 1 day soon shell be gone that thought leaves me short of breath. and yeah that's just 1 of the things, that got me feeling that I'm running in rings no process
, we be pullin' all nighters Never see us perspire building this empire The torment of getting caught up in the moment And having to be on the receiving end
it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh) (Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo) [Chorus: reggae sample] Keep on knowin' what you know Keep on knowin' what you know End up, up
system like glycerin Fans listenin', from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again, on the station with the discipline Solicitin', sometimes illicit or explicit with it then From the deep end
Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Come into the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process
