[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Russel Allen] Still in bed an hour past, I'm drifting through the night. As fallen
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Russel Allen] Pictures of what used to be, lie in pieces on the floor finds himself
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] In your time of dying don't call my name so you see me as evil it's
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Russel Allen] Lightning flashes across the sky the hands of time keep falling
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] [Instrumental]
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Don't give me reasons why you spread your disease like aplague Caught
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] A tearless stare encased by fear like a thread my heart is torn and
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Beckoning me through aeons of time - captured by you in dismay I try
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] From whom the Gods destroy they first make mad casting shadows on our
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Russel Allen] Although your words are empty, I can hear now, what you feel inside
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] A chill grows near you're faced with fear a darkened day you'll see
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Seasons changing now - summer's come and I'll be on my own just bear
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Unlock the doors of silence scanning eyes turn into stone pours the
: The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private
's roll up Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin' Eight-mill just to resign me My bitches
P cause I'm bout it (Bout it) I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit I'm bad, like Jason Don't compare
I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever, and I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya, and f*** rap I make mills
Baby, dillo a questa scena, che si fa sta sera, spiega a tutti, che e una roba seria. Siediti sulla tua sedia, beviti una birra media. Jason, mandami