Woorden:
Victory Season Other

When the walls come crumbling And your world comes crashing down You forget your problems When your new friends come around Because you can't let them

Am I asleep and dreaming? Is this feeling really real? Strange silhouettes, dark figures staring at me through the mirror There's a hand on my lap and

when the word is coming outta me, It goes forth like a sword with two edge, three headed beast, slicing of two of the three, The other is under my feet

All the things that I got, yo Is shit I worked hard for Life in the metro's so cold Repeat 1 [gangsta boo] I'm on some other type shit I'm on some crazy

a curse Without takin' their wrath Watch out for the seas of hatred and sin Or all us people forget what we've been Our only hope's your victory Kill

dancing foreign steps and not just for a season. And now the older people learn that they are not inferior, We stand on equal terms on earth along with every other

washed away. Washed away? They said a storm was coming and, ?You?ll be washed away!? Maybe now I?ll be made clean, while I bathe in your seas as

your mask and don't be late Get out get out well disguised heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store knock on other people's door

that for Years, and photographic Memories, Trophies of his... Victories... ... Vouchers of Conquests, boldly flagged, streaming high... on Mass of Battle-ships, sailing on the troubled Seas