Texty:
Burning Point Walls Of Stone

same May I rest, I'm feeling tired Last in line, first in the fire I was caught between temptation and desire May I rest, I'm feeling tired Between these walls of stone

, ain't nothing nice I Drink G-Juice, wouldn't cut it with ice From the eastside, baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall

you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency (We spit thoughts!) I translate harpoons to sharp death When the point is made, from my underwater breath Don't get walls

hate the world that I think hates me Pnch holes in the wall you know that hurts me Wish someone would come and touch me Feel dark and cold alone it burns

point you realize you really, it's starting to get bigger fast. You're going towards it. You're flying down. Suddenly you're breaking into the atmosphere. You're burning

sheets And throw me o'er the wall." They rolled her in a pair of sheets And threw her o'er the wall, But on the point of Gorman's spear She got a deadly

food for Vindicator Forests are clearcut by Mirsubishi, Maxxam, and Stone Container Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath We all like to point

all alone Descending blackness the source of my pain Once again my fears start to rise [Chorus] Walls of stone Between shadows and my dark desiress Walls of stone

You build up your walls And burn a bridge with every fight Cast crippling stones that do Offend with all of your might And you're so convinced Ignorant