on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on What's goin' on? What's goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would
for more Sometimes, you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon, you're chasing the high A bird
The Twittering Of Dead Phantom Birds In The Dead Roses Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up Are The Dead Stalks... Steel Of Thorns, Ice
me with fall of joy All days could be a summer like a magic night to the seashore with you and the favorable wind to reel your hair Birds transport cheerful
can I can wait to believe Open your eyes and live Live to the moon Confessing eveytging I feel And everything I need from you Corrupting my reality And like a bird
I'll strip the world that you must live in Of all it's God forsaken greed I'll ply the tar out of your feathers I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
storm's just begun Here goes nothing Heard him saying As he buzzed away Dragonfly sees the tops of the trees From the C-130 door Flips a bird, puts
I see You everywhere Love through Your creation I watch it all play out Creative presentation And it renews my mind I see a bird in flight A baby and
..? Again I feel the mortal horror bite me As I stare at all these deaths Which were once full of life, Which were once life itself... The birds
Strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost began The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night birds
no borders, I laugh as the small kid and all I feel is a desire! I wish to lead a blind man through the labyrinth of thorns to kiss with phantasy
The thorn in your side. You don't have to go for that. There's a school of thought, There's a bull in a china shop, There's a bird in a cage
you are here Keep holding on All I got is holding on these roses The thorns will keep on digging But my soul believes, I see And it's reminding me That the thorns
legend speaking from the heart Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark You givin birds bread
there is no cure I'm in a position that everyone prays for Got a sound in my head that could wake up the dead Like the who singing Summertime blues Got no thorn
To obtain the space I need I lock myself in shelter in the bush thick and thorned In the bush thick and thorned With the infinite being my God Walking
echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy bought a Tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Facist takes more than pegleg's birds
path The sky is of darkest gray A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns His
