of things I could've done better But now it don't matter none 'Cause I've raised my glass I fell in love and then lost touch I dropped it and broke her heart
foreseen in the mental I make steel wrinkle at the blink of a eye Terminate, unrighteous conscious states Imitate the stars while they constellate The heart
was a dust person until he got the shove Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove Brother's bought new glasses, shaped like Leon
The cosmic light is fading, as the shadow's won." [Chorus - Cairn Warrior in Encouraged Mode:] It's the lake of your liquid, glass heart It's bringing
[Lyrics/Bedos - Music/Forte] [Verse] What is that shape in front of me Spying through the looking glass ? This figure is haunting me, Aping my every
entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache on the ship shape
sick And all the faces I make And all the shapes that I throw And all the people I meet And all the words that I know Makes me sick to the heart, oh
outta yuh glass, you, ah, lick it back Bow cat nyam from yuh farm, you, ah, lick it back Man, ah, wha' dat man, ah, wha' dat Mi hear seh you and boogaman
box you layin' in, nigga? it's where you left a part out Nigga, eat your heart out Either forfeit or hold it All you hearin' is ?°them thief motherfuckers
when we burnin' it Now from L.A. to the U.K., we attempt to rock the party The rhyme and the music, you don't hear that no more hardly I can say it'
cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from
cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from heightened
days all eyes will be on me // When they look up in the sky and see the neon ?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion
by 4 sea walls I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria before it was burnt to the floor I wish I could've learned more about the shapes of the
's time to relearn my dear That I am not like you are You're calling but no one hears The shape of things to come Is written in the stars The shape
still I hammer all the nails inside the burning chaos of my mind feel it flow feel it blow feel it rage inside your heart feel it turn feel it burn nothing
woken And wind across the gorse slopes call Through years, where the darkness roars Until with wirl-pool panic heart she looks Out of the looking-glass
survive? [Shaggy 2 Dope:] We'll conformulate a plan Reflex come and take control With my hand in broken glass And pull your heart out through you