still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind Hunted evil kinds [Chorus] The Violin
'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh I'm every last sad note from the violin I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin I was the voice in your head that
German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano Steff : Guitars & Voices Additional Musicians: Christine : Female Voice Don Caceres : Sacuhachi & Oriental Flute Corinne : Violin
Throwing garbage from my living can 'Til one day it was do or die and do died I left a note and signed it 'Genocide' I woke up to the sound of violins
violins don't play I won't listen to them anyway I don't care what people say Some things just can't be arranged Icy fingers touching you. Silent voices
it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice
nuh know o o Man a bawl out an a sho o out Done di voice box inna har throat When she see har son skin a jerk like po o ork! [Chorus: x2] Tell it to
, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh I'm every last sad note from the violin I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin I was the voice in your head
breath Soulful syllables playing limbo in nerf inertia, summoners wept But all tear ducts were desiccated so the drought remained I shouted names in vain until my voice
arose the beloved Daddy Rose, Prodigal Sunn, Masada the eagle scholar Back to P stone nation, Red Dawn to the death, nigga Violins play, Rose petals
was wrong something awoke when night did come Strange sounds in the night we heard it calling out [Chorus:] Pray for daylight hear the voice as cold
