're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun Chorus: You're the voice Try and understand it Make a noise and make
the face And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius [King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I
Joe Peoples choice the voice of my time With Royce Da 5'9", we boys at night shine I let Joell poison my mind Grab a silencer and kill ya'll noise with
GO FROM ELGARD INTO THE DARKNESS LEAVING THE LIGHT TO FIND THE BLACK ORDER?S IMMORTAL DARK RHYMES TO FIND THE WRITTEN WORDS BY HELLGOD?S UNHOLY SON PREVENT
» Les pieds-noirs quittent le navire, les colons deratisent 1961, periode estivale, c?est la guerre d?Algerie et son festival Et son lot de discrimination
half And your children Cause you gotta be N9NE I wanna relax with them And spend time To the maximum But if silence is golden Then me making noise Is
. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there
boys He said, "Son, what I hear is music, you're callin' noise" 'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet 'Til you've lived in a house by yourself When silence
daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? You're the voice, try and understand it Make a noise and
like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit [Cormega] Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real
3) "Do U feel?" Come on! [Prodigal] Yo, son, +Wake Up+! {*coughs*} Yo, I gotta do this, man I gotta get this money, son Features in the crowd, appearance
Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button
daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? You're the voice try and understand it Make a noise and
. Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives. So here we come, we were withered and drowned out, but raised up in son soaked
softens Battle-scarred A relic deaf To bits and streams And polo-necks And perfect jeans Obsessed with silence Spiked by noise I hold my son I plan his
daughter we're all someones son how long can we look at each other down the barrel of a gun You're the voice try and understand it make a noise and