Texty:
The Rise Of Science And I Heard It Like Burning

won't hurt you now And the good news never stays I tore them up, all of them I burned them out Forgot all that was said I never meant for it to come

breeze on my clothes, got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain

on the horizon) Black smoke in the air. Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you would like it) (We gon' make it) Who you screaming at dog? I

comrades and friends And when I woke up from my sleeping and looked down my raggedy street, I go back to work with my vision and I drink down the bitter and

and head down to the metal corporate tunnels Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions