turning brown And trees fall without a sound Jets crashing through the sky The big sun is burning high The oceans are turning black Tuna nets and dolphin
global unification Break right through they terminals Burn 'em all slaves to silicon Corrupt politicians with leaders and their keywords F.B.I and spies
the kids, leavin' your ass Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash I'm out with the black box and
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up We like Meth to go and fuck with
faster Jump the gun and throw it into gear But the fact of the matter I'm out of control asleep at the wheel Asleep at the wheel Out of control asleep
You crash and burn It's hit or miss And that's the way it is Yeah, they say your soul is growin' But sometimes I feel like throwin' somethin' And that
Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told the remote control Crash cars and shit ya know how we role When I tumble and
samson wurdz burn with passion -- mentally enhancin the satellites in flight - how long before it crashes kickin ass like cassius -- spreadin rhymes like rashes falling like avalanches - crumbled and
C The speed of light, the diagrams and haunted sleep Frozen sheets in bed, my dreams, your garden grace I'd climb inside hold your bones and slowly
Not like I'm lost and can't be found I don't wanna fight but take a few steps back tonight I don't need you to save me I'd rather crash and burn Don
on glass and rose petals Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice Jedi Mind 252, we mad nice We smash mics and blast too precise Fast 40 days and pray
I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash I?m going to crash
we crashed and burned How did we miss our turn Somewhere along the road We let the wheel go And our love crashed and burned We burned (x2) Verse 2
of of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy Grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting for my turn to crash and burn I
Crashing over seven seas Torture in the winter sky, riding over plains of ice Shadows in the fields of the slain Crashing steel and rage you feel We
and I'm alright Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty I always crash land, resist, exaggerated authority Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories and
I said, ?Can this night go on?? I said, ?Can this night go on and on and on and on?? And on to the next you are heading right in for the crash And the burn and