Wings That I May Fly But It Drops Down On Me This Weight Of Time And The Pain In Their Eyes I Crawled Along My Cracked And Narrow Path And Saw My Reflection
wings that i may fly but it drops down on me this weight of time and the pain in their eyes i crawled along my cracked and narrow path and saw my reflection
golden wings that i may fly but it drops down on me this weight of time and the pain in their eyes i crawled along my cracked and narrow path and saw my reflection
drop it Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's Ripley's Believe it or Not Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour Been laughed
fear it was still alive [Part 2: Awaken] The creature stirs and slowly lifts its head Not knowing whether it's alive or dead It sees it's reflection
glass water shatters Beneath the strain of humanity's dying voice No hope, no fear, no choice Lost hope, one fear, last chance Welcome to zero hour
say i don't want to talk about it I've been on the phone For twenty four hours now Speaking to no-one Cos no-one knows i'm here I could only find zero
far Become yourself and all that you are Set your sights no matter how far Become yourself [Music: J. Tipton & T. Tipton] [Lyrics: E. Rosvold] [c1997 Zero Hour
realm of broadcast, borders are infinite Signals energized and ready for transmit Workin its way up the tower Several times an hour Gettin power rotation, zero
dick size [CHORUS: Science (Logik)] {Between Fahrenheit or Celsius, no matter what your climate is I filter your subconscious Building my cipher from scratch with the sub zero
i don't want to talk about it I've been on the phone For twenty four hours now Speaking to no-one Cos no-one knows i'm here I could only find zero
