past has set her free And she's traveled home to be With her old friends you and me, Gabrielle Villager #1: You've been plucked out from the heart of
herself) Farewell my fallen idol and false friend . . . One by one I've watched illusions shattered . . . PHANTOM Past all hope of cries for help: no point
He has stretched those chains of sin Far beyond all feelings Still, so still... In his head a thunderous Cry of desperation Tearing voices from his past
have gained so much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops
like I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned
casting spells leaving walls burning Two shadow knights riding through the wood sites Mic carriers in the moon light Soon fight, battle, whom write the remedy Voice
wit money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it,
only fuck with fam That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from
The night an overture that frightens my sentience Blurred visions of the past taken the midnight train Gas escaping from tubes hands straining to obscurity
with money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it,
in heaven mistakes from the past are erased But the darkness will cover the walls In our souls, since we're widows From this tragedy
it starts Now I know that I cannot turn back and change the past And that the only choice to save myself Is changing what I carry from it Everything I
me for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning