that I love to see Gotta raise my soul to tell you how I feel Gotta listen to the tears that people cry for me In a world that's so wild fear creeps '
Vietnam shit The quiet storm 'til the riot is on I despise doin' harm but my foes gotta be conquered As I warn my peeps, "Beware the beast that creep
They got to the part with the cattle and the creeping things, said I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before Don't it all end up in some revelation
she rests in light Dark skies, hard times kept afar But in time she'll find her sight [Angelic Ainae Choir:] Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony [
would have it told She, too, was touched by his soul And hand in hand they wandered [Chorus] [Angelic Ainae Choir:] Shaena lithou tou risewr Parotin
WHOLE CROWD MY REPORT CARD FILE D'S AND F'S ALL THE TIME HUSTLE ON MY CHILDHOOD MIND THROUGH THE EYES OF A BOY I WANT TO CATCH SANTA CLAUS CREEP AND SCARE
right behind ya ready to blind ya You can diss me and you can hide but you know I'm gon find ya [Chorus] It's me and my shadow Creeping through your
choir sung the songs that make us reminisce And durin' all the singing I broke down myself When I looked and seen the family that my partner left And then the choir
says to his father Do you not hear the Thunder? That is the King of the Wind He wants me to be his child From the clouds drops a choir They creep into
speaks hear is wants me the child to the father you then the thunder not that the king of all winds he to its child End the clouds tropft a choir creeps
and zero seconds to put your entire life and the world around you in total perspective. What would you say? What would it sound like? [Choir music (
by the night in an icy embrace Moving through the town like a ghost in the rain A dim reflection in a dark windowpane blackness bockons from every side Creeping
and dragonflies And infinite September skies There's anthems of utopias And creeping wars and glaciers Just listen... Is there music in there? Arrived within the creeping
report card foul D's and F's all the time Hustle on my childhood mind Through the eye's of a boy I want to catch Santa Clause creep And scare him when
real Vietnam shit The quiet storm til the riot is on I despise doin harm but my foes gotta be conquered As I warn my peeps "Beware the beast that creep
the way you motherfuckers play your games Grab a million pages and I fill them up with names And throw em in the fire with the liars and the choir Always
