away, disturbing its flow and burning. You'll becoming one with the waves. This is so pure. This is banishment forever. Have you lost your way? The red
, Manhattan help me Jah Jah Word 'em up I can't sleep at night You can't search me without probable cause Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable
one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red
out To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky with the window of the red eye Let the lead
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky With the window of the red eye Let the lead
morning I will wait for you in the dawn I will wait for you, my darling I will wait for you till I'm gone Blood red birds sing in the sky Sun is spinning
closed eyes, until dawn Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads Dawn of the dreads, dawn
of one my life begun At the age of two I was doin' the do At the age of three it was you and me Rockin to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of
world wide And everybody you and I know dies The only guarantee in life is death your last breath Come when your famo least expect it Soldier run wild in your song Red dawn
crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn. Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.] The years went by under a blood-red sky, the
of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason
room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason had the women been drawn in Where
of one my life begun at the age of two i was doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee at the age of four
one my life begun at the age of two i was doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee at the age of
to see a brighter day i forsee that i'll walk with closed eyes... Until dawn dawn of the dreads rejection is a fear of mine for one reason or another
