Ashok / Big Boss] Look but don't touch! Touch but don't taste! Taste but do not swallow! That's what the law of the descendants of Adam says! My Soul
to my brain cell Come on, what? All the dudes with the banjos Chicks with the wicks Animals with bananas I got my hand like a mirror With your hand like a mirror
Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh! Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted Superiority complex is deep rooted
the path, enabling truth To stay stable and cling to EARTH! Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
in my soul From head to toe, whoaaaaa Shot up in my bones Deep in my soul From head to toe Said it got to be music Deep in my soul Got to be music Said
I set my shoulder to a brand new groove Building the city of light Something wonderful on the move Building the city of light I'm laying roots, planting
Once moved mountains Now in the rear view mirror Divine compromise has taken root Hand held and guided To each destination Robbed of my powers but not
, straight ahead Left, right, straight ahead Left, right, straight ahead The madness here has locked you up And now your perfect world is fucked It's taken root
life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! Im the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think
In the pros Get you mouth Swole by blows Thrown by those You took from How can you stand To even look At yourself Peering through mirrors Got to be Insecurity
white female, we can play connect the dots but gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts uhh.... now meet me at the great taste show me your soul
, and he left before he could reply Open your eyes, open your eyes Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom Was the unique soul of the humans Was certainly
life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think
The phobia, in search for ancestral blood An arable force from the past Leads back to the atrocious roots The deep inner soul, never to be exposed
love so full and a mirror that once told me to believe again now cries with me for the loss i know too well oh and the pain sinks roots which smother
of my life Let us plant trees that bear positive fruits And nourish our youth with compassionate truth That enlighten the minds to the deepest roots All the way to the core where the soul
dome Lots roots planted deep down in this shit When the pedals bloom that's when wigs get flipped A world where the darkness consuming your soul Sand
