Texty:
Century Between All Time

we are between all time there is no chance to try - all our lives - we are between all time my love for you - we are between all time my life with you

might cause casualties Hollywood is not your neighborhood And if it is, give the mic to nappy woods And y'all can be all to be the wizard The wonderful

me suffa for nothing I'm a depressed harrowing repressed suffering manic Screamin at anybody anyplace, Man I love people I just hate the human race And I hate all my friends cos all

at the turning of the century All our wishes forever free All destroyed because somehow we lost the master key Leaving my dreams far behind Got no ambitions in time

or Osiris slain Recurring themes, time again Illumination, illumination Burn burn, burn brightly Burn burn, burn white heat Oh, how ingenious the centuries

And when the silence remains And all the fields stays the same It isn't different from the power that it holds Now where is the pain? As I gaze between

attached with a scarf Aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates When it's gone, has it gone all the way? This time found a whistle That works every time

time once it's on its way And, you know, she never had much of a chance Born into a family built like an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's between

it ain't lying, it's the end of the world, staggered thought, staggered dream time as the seconds tick tock, staggered rotations corroding, all aboard