To dust be returning from dust we begin Bang the drum slowly I'll speak of things holy Above and below me world without end I meant to ask you how when everything seemed lost
they arrived Imagine what a joy it must have been for them To finally reach their destination Seniors, you're coming to an end of your time at St. Cecelia
Through darkness and fire been tempted by sin Just sit back and listen as my tale begins The winter cold cut through me as I traveled through the night A lost
a point in the past that can't be erased So motivate, though it's hard to let it ride Or set aside true feelings, underhand dealings Our lost trust, I wonder if we lost
for my fun your weak resistance is an indulgence i've become i was there at the beginning i will be there at the end i'm your secret enemy and your
names... so many that even I begin to forget all but the ones distinguished by the most vivid deeds... for I hide a wondrous secret, boy... a secret some
in the upper world But who will nourish our dreams When laughter expires? To some a nightmare, to some a dream The day will end for some, as the night begins
my trainin' is real Look at the sword I wield, you will taste my steel Lyrical Fitness is no secret of course But the secret to creativity, hidin' your
on my mind you probably won't believe it Cause if life was one big pool I'd be in the deep end So I play my role and never ever speak it Like a secret
IV. Reflections of Reality (Revisited)] Hello, Mirror - so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while Searching, Fearless - where do I begin to heal
At any length Lift this obsession Crawling to my glass prison A place where no one knows My secret lonely world begins So much safer here A place where
be returning from dust we begin Bang the drum slowly I'll speak of things holy Above and below me world without end I meant to ask you how when everything seemed lost
my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know I love them all to the end And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep
disrupting the war for the struggle of souls Existence is no longer secret we're facing a perilous plight The book has a cost distinction is lost between
be exposed UFO's surround the globe The world is prepared to explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
late for anything but the end. And too many dreams fell through our hands. And it's just too late to understand. Now i'll never make a new beginning
late for anything but the end And too many dreams fell through our hands And it's just too late to understand Now I'll never make a new beginning and
this the realest this is what you'll be hearin through the backstreets, starrin hit the baron but dont forget, always check ya side views, an ya rear-end