together though We're living worlds apart Worlds apart Worlds apart, guide us to the hands of fate Guide us to the hands of fate Worlds apart we're
sunken treasure I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart
a sunken treasure I'm somethin, like a phenomenon Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever I tear 'em apart
over and over again The Circle Of Fire The secret remains the same With lust and desire It's coming back over and over again With force and with power The silent
shadows, living dead, ghouls to this world Wilder, wilder, wilder, wilder Counted, counted, weighed and parted Wilder, wilder, wilder, wilder Ripped to pieces, ripped apart
Living dead Ghouls to this world Wilder, wilder, wilder, wilder Counted, counted, weighed and parted Wilder, wilder, wilder, wilder Ripped to pieces - Ripped apart
in a hurry to bring the colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed
