like This could be the night That everything was right It feels so perfect And were all we want to hear right now This could be the night It feels so perfect
It feels so perfect I just hope I'm not oblivious Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Oblivious Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah (Perfect...feels so perfect
to the top of yours lungs And the bells done rung and the crowd can't hear you And all that I can see is a building burning I just gotta rescue my baby
doom, prepare for Satan So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn
gather clouds? When did understanding Start closing down? One day it seemed right Then tomorrow it was gone (It was gone) Oh yeah the lovelight (Lovelight) Burned down too far Burned
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, let's overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason, yo' season needed seasonal
A few degrees closer to the sun we'd disintegrate A few degrees further, we'd freeze The axis of the earth is tilted at a perfect 23 degree angle And
led us astray for the last time. Burn. All bets are off. Ia??ll watch the heartless burn. Tomorrow dawn will be alight with our burning bridges. All
This is the season when, this is the season when everybody's leaving Take the push into the great unknown With all the strangers who were lost on their own This is the season
God's quasar So why try and stay around this hell 12 tho from all the 12 tribes in Israel They call me Ishmael, lord of the seas! I take your life quick
burn high to keep your spliff lit Everybody spread, love nobody talk shit Now how you get don't fret 'cause that's the best yet Adjust your set perfect
the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal
(Chorus) Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales
symbolize your downfall Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh) Fought in hella high seas
string up the banner From the beehive to the anthill, rag dummy Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection Of the twice to burn
the wrong way Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn
resounds As orgies peak in self centered psalms And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning
