Standing in the Heads of the graves, As I count the Universal Dreamscapes, I watch the Silent Journey of Souls, with Joy an Pity for their Eternal quest
will hear the seraphs cry For they will still envy you and I How they envied you and I How they envied you and I How they envied you and I
lost war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Will they be buried here among the dead? In the silent secret
to call you a bitch I'll never call you bitch again Damn [Verse 1] Gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence I try to picture myself, in his position but remain silent
He looks at me intensely Contact lens green with artifical envy Cocks his head and fixes me with a condescending stare Flicks his bleached, blond tipped
even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep Into its own startling solitude... [Part Five] Silent
closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep Into its own startling solitude... [Part Five] Silent
at home Boy y'all know em Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others
will not be silent You forsake instructions, so your vocals consist of nothing Useless productions celebrating your self destruction Your god is greed, envy
be silent You forsake instructions, so your vocals consist of nothing Useless productions celebrating your self destruction Your god is greed, envy lust
your spell, And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell. Of an age the world has long forgotten. Of an age that weaves a silent magic