Translation: Lifetime. Tradition.
When they say that i'm too far gone tradition keeps me from moving on it condones death and excuses hate but trust comes natural in it's warm embrace
the torch goes In the tradition of these legendary sports pros As far as I can see, I've made it to the threshold Lord knows I've waited for this a lifetime
psycho It's been a long, long wait Welcome to a modern blitzkrieg With peace, I can't relate Welcome to death now you'll love it Once in a lifetime
Like my man Troy, who lost his days Shootin' dice on worldly ways And ended up in a early grave Because once in a lifetime is rough Twice in a lifetime
you 'Cause I don't fit their descriptions No, tell me how to change traditions When there's all of them and one of me How can I change a million minds in this lifetime
All my senses rebel Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze It took a lifetime to get here A journey I'll never make again For those who have accepted
I keep looking back A lifetime back across the desert In a desert where no one can explain You tell me God is dancing in the rain I can hear the echo
1950, one year before my sister alice was born, mama got the trunk that held all of the quilts, china, crystal, silverware, and knickknacks that grandma had collected during her lifetime
This is an exaggeration of your mortality This is an exaggeration of your morality This is an exaggeration of you Confines of tradition reject and disregard
1995, from the cd-single "Famine"] There is more in us than we know about. The famine, which happened 150 years ago. It??? three lifetimes at most.
Cause I don't fit their descriptions Tell me how to change traditions When there's all of them and one of me [Chorus:] How can I change a million minds in this lifetime
lifetime missing you. cut me loose,i can i can't breath, show me how i can be stronger hear the sound of my heart that's beating loud i'm challenging tradition
Morse code My soul start to grow colder than the North Pole I try to focus on the hole of where the torch goes In the tradition of these legendary sports
(Traditional) He came from his palace grand He came to my cottage door His words were few but his looks Will linger for evermore The look in his sad
All my senses rebel Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze. It took a lifetime to get here, A journey I'll never make again. For those who have
tonight Parade us through the city piling all your transgressions on our heads And our shoes made of stone will drag through the streets of shame With every step a lifetime
