Fat corpora's women [have to turn] a glass house And the Arabs have it made All their women in veils, eyes glazed Second Dark Age. Death of the USA. Return
Translation: The Fall. Second Dark Age.
to say "RIP" Krayzie Bone Now, I gotta give it up for all my dogs, a lot of my niggas with they names across the wall/ Some really took a fall and lost
Oh, my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less The country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there the laws to abide And
As I Behold The Most Frozen Landscape And Await The Dusk To Pass I Call Upon A Second Age Where Death And Winters Last By Fire By Ice And By Dark Rage
Oh, my name, it is nothing, my age, it means less The country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there, the laws to abide And
increase the bull, because my pulley is broken And my belly is full It's a second I reckon on the bone and the ball Makin london bridges fall, so check
Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that
the distant fight You're nearing from out there The silence of my second sight Last rites, only fear I'm young and you're old but the age doesn't matter
enormous chinks open And what's left of the human world Falls down into the depths of darkness While mountains high melts And cover the last evidence of this age
the souls of men ... For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, But against principalities, and powers and The rulers of the darkness of this age
advice from today, And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say, But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom, And
comin to believe that everybody has a time (whoaaaa) [Chorus: Classified - w/ ad libs] (I've been up all night) Yeah, writin to the beat, tryin not to fall
Nature) [Nature] At the ripe age 24, I done seen it all done it all Some dreams stay fresh and some are spoiled Dealin with time went to spring, summer, fall
Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And the
of mash, crumbles, pellets and egg booster One clear September day during the twins sixth year at the farm McClock does not come at meal time. Night falls
new age A heart that beats the wrong way insanity's crescendo Windcolour - second sight a touch of silence and the violence of dark Illusion span - the
