never got a game I went to every trial they had But every time I failed I didn't want to be pele Unlike all my mates That wasn't my ambition I just wanted
twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final
is the best time of the day?the dawn The final cleansing breath unsullied yet By acrid fume or death?s cacophony The rank refuse of unchained ambition
Hello, my name is Mr.Know-it-all My sweet home is deep down in your soul Now let me introduce you to the final call Salvation is calling for you Life
make it go away But foolish pride has ruined the path before me I guess the sun can only shine here once a day I drowned myself in a wave of lost ambition
see Know the things I know The jungle is burning With ambition so strong To unleash my retribution To heed the final call I shall be wise Burning eden
blood, all of the same blood Legions forgotten by the Gods See them all marching towards the final frontier Fantasies killed by realities, cold atmosphere Ambitions
the place where a man finally is That flame that feels us cooler Hate is the place where a man finally wins The character in the stronger An ambition
MY DREAMS YOU ARE ALIVE I DON'T KNOW REALITY OF FICTION I GUESS YOU AND THE LORD GUIDING ON MY MISSION WHO AM I AN ACTOR OR MUSICIAN DREAMING ALL THESE YEARS FINALLY
life of gods The watcher is all, destruction befall The final embrace A silent scream Eternal debase, deceive or prevail We rot to the core, the final ambition
The higher the peak, the deeper the fall His ambition has prooved not being worth it at all But damage is done and there is no return And he's consumed
fire for burning Then I'll take you in my arms and tell you all I know As I sing the early song of my returning The weary world is waiting for ambition
The weary world is waiting For ambition to be played Now young and not afriad I've got a challenge Every Challenge that I know For I am just a sailor
brain still compute the same Or will my daughter stop her sleeping out Here comes the girl, she's got her head screwed on But it ain't screwed on right Her ambition
is the best time of the day the dawn The final cleansing breath unsullied yet By acrid fume or death's cacophony The rank refuse of unchained ambition
staying awake, feeling something eating away at you Just sitting wasting time because it seems there's never anything else to do And when you finally
of Cawdor upon him. So the fulfilment of the last prediction seems to be close at hand. Only King Duncan himself stands in the way of Macbcth's aroused ambitions