, closing in, a whisper in the rain No one knows your name You've heard that voice before Some wounds may never heal (The ways of grace are narrow) Some
not doing, but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time, I had to find the best design
my kicks, voluptuous tricks Fucking around, and it sucks to be you, But I guess living a lie is a luxury too. It probably plain to say that some strange
true This is the sound of what you don't want still in you TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two The whole design got my mind cryin' The whole design
Hey, sister, yeah, you, You got me runnin' like a wounded criminal You're a big, bad baby cat Rollin' around in your designer sheets in tatter Keep it
as ice [Me] You are delusions of my mind [Reason] And so we are, we're all a part of you [Me] Am I a part of some design? [Reason] The one design
my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some
all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from behind with some
a better way of life for myself Caressing gateways of the mind Over, enter through spaces time Heals wounds inspiring gifts of light Inside myself just need some time (Just need some
a better way of life for myself Caressing gateways of the mind Over, enter through spaces time Heals wounds inspiring gifts of light Inside myself just need some time (just need some
the fingerprints on your throat. isn't she lovely? isn't she wonderful? like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design. this is
(I'm thirsty - And weary from the heat As the Sands rinse the hands of time I will suck the venom from your wound If you will do the same and suck from
and tattered Mine was not designed for giving up ?Cos all I?ve ever done that really matters It?s what I did for love So count me with the wounded and
the days of old! Make a joyful noise, my soul! Make a joyful noise, my soul! BAT BOY AND ALL: Make some noise! (Make some noise!) Make some noise! (Make some
Rising Hidden Hidden [Unas was the ninth and last Pharaoh of the 5th Dynasty. He is said to have lived from 2375 to 2345 B.C., but some Egyptologists
was Enveloped in this mist of my design So much of me my muse had thus become That in my eyes no star was seen to shine Unless it bore some of my phantom
closing in a whisper in the rain; no-one knows your name you've heard that voice before some wounds may never heal (the ways of grace are narrow) some
-sevens, and m-500s [Planetary] Some people say I'm superior when I shit it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design