Yeah, Uh Check it out This how this shit goes right here You see, time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundation of my home where my rhyming
You see time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born It's a rhythmic reality, a remedy through riddles
번역: 다시없는 기쁨. 태풍의 눈.
guess that's life You see a new side from the norm A new direction and meaning to the form And the calm in the eye of a storm, yo Show me a desert that
It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell Through all the storms of his career few troubles
out the fetus prior to selling it. There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers
out a soldier and bolt.' (Fine) Sign of the time we elapsed When a primate climb up the spine and attach Eye for an eye, by the bog's life swamps and
around it's ill Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops Which explains missing the premise Bliss mimic, baptise
costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle a skewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss In a wonder white
never quail... Keep your hand upon the throttle...and your eye upon the rail.... The Chorus: Blessed Savior...thou wilt guide us.... Till we reach...that blissful
There is a light that catches my eye in the morning And I see it now There aren't any saints, it dreams like it paints It's a beautiful storm, it comes
Consider me to be a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view I stare, as my birthtime drew near The only Earth I knew reared me in a world I grew to fear
and tunnels, never falter, never fail Keep your hand upon the throttle and your eye upon the rail Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us Till we reach that blissful
almost seen a world in her eyes but you've known that it would never be born she's flown away like a leave in a storm she's bliss - she's ether -
costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix
the change. ingest the vile and poisonous idea until awake i see no more. blind like most oblivious bliss. storm tainted waves pouring as it may, i cannot
