doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch, now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex gon' be one of the mass hoes Freak on
shell my mind, Winds and perfumes, escort the sunrise of a new age, so long, from the human damnation, and the dance is beginning now... A mass face to
It hurts my eyes to look at you 'Cos you so bright and you so cold Your crystal words bring me down to sunrise A darker mass against the night Your illusion
it doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch Now who you be? The one who's on tha dance floor Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes Freak on
Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.) We mass
pick 'em Strong an' long, you're wrong, I stick 'em He's the law with the sword with my cable swingin' Like 'The Pit or the Pendulum', Pete Nice bringin' The sunrise
all but spent... and now, as night unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this desolate and forsaken place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear
Sliding down the mountain, as dusk passes to day. The antidote of elation, now lifeless masses wake. Jaws of suxiety open, the luring vampire of agility
's cowboy. The say every cowboy has his gun. Wouldn't you know, another showdown going down at sunrise. There go those boys with their toys of mass-destruction
an insane mind Majestic fairy spreads her wings to fly Levitation takes my blues away I see her sunrise bring another day, oh yeah A porpoise sunrise
skies, an innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark All I see, all I know Is touching the sacred earth, warming the hallowed ground [Incomprehensible] Sunrise
lyrics: Mauricio Ochoa; all vocal melodies and vocal arrangements: Diego Gomez] The pale tears of doves that fell from thy grace Brought a new sunrise
Overpowered by funk, funk out Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out Asinine, stupefying Can the clone line dry you out? Part of the swarming mass
peace But walls are built within our hearts Wars are fought within A cloak lies over our world A misery show without an end The masses follow the masses
doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch, now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex gon be one of the mass hoes Freak on a
Overpowered by funk? Funk out! Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asanine, stupifying Can the clone line dry you out? Part of the swarming mass
the moment away From time in the dark All I see. All I know Is touching the sacred earth Warming the hallowed ground Walk on Walk on Walk on Sunrise