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In skull forest shadows hang
Same old story, love is blind
Fools and beggars, kings and priests
A thousand corpses look like leaves

Come in pairs,

corners of my mindscape
Deep inside those shades

The answers are a secret
Forbidden by the black kings
They keep us in this prison
Slavery is our fate in

belongings now
and leave this place behind
May you find your path again."

Broken and angered
he knew in his heart
He was destined for greater things to come

built on a bluff
Guess my bluff got called by Memphis

Now I’m doing this every night
Beale Street thing
Set up in a palace that’s
Fit for a king
They let

hop until they weigh my
Heart against the feather
Respect to all kings, queens, sisters
And brothers the sin of man

got power, go easy at first
Control on, how's that so far, so good
Turn on the suction pumps pumps on, stand by
It's working, it's blowing in nodules

the shadow of the
Powersnake
The wingless dragon
Storm fiend
Rival of the thunder god
Stronger than all
Powersnake

Driven out by Odin
No place to call his

lonely you're not the only one
Feeling coldness in the burning rain
In your heart you're haunted by
The life you wanted
You bleed your sorrow somewhere

It's late but I don't wanna take you home
You say, "I don't care where we go"
'Cause Amarillo by Morning's on the radio
You smile, tell me baby,

(You done messed up Aaron)
(R14)

I made my bed, so I'ma lie in it (yeah)
Silk quilt fit for a king, I love the finer things
Punch your

now my phones on 8 percent
And I'm about to hop out at 7 kings
Eyo dev Hynes where you at?
Walk back to my yard hope in my ears
Music in my heart faith

high
There lies a mystical shrine
If a warrior quests there
With a heart pure of steel
The Gods will grant unto him
A weapon that shall be revealed

I sing a song to the dead
From my heart profoundly sad
Forlorn, I cling to everything that is them
By betraying their peace
I keep death in

flaws, motherfucker
I'ma king up in a world full of pawn motherfuckers
An artist to the end, Bob Ross, motherfucker

I'm just warmin' up and they label

they take it all (I'm sorry)
Oh, hi, oh, dee rama no lie (I'm sorry)
I was hypnotized (I'm sorry) by the great wall, you know, you know, you know, you

Beca me love a the way she look, and no me love a the way she walk
The smile upon she face like she wan fe break my heart
Me wan you come up close, gal i