makes A noose around his head Hung from the rising sun Until made immortal He dropped into a white lotus Butterfly bursting from his eyes in a cloud
or hell ? Amazon. What kind of creature's gonna rise up from these ashes? What's gonna fly in the moonlight feathers aglow? What kind of rain could come in from
skin Whispering where ya been? Glim, glim, glimmerin' From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness Breeze travelin' across the seas arisen from
cool At the end I'm the loser My number's come up I've been hung up with thoughts of revenge Revenge, revenge I watched you from my terminal view As you struggled to rise
the floor He hung there from the chandelier She cried, "Help, there's danger near Please open up the door!" Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from
got that that you got style Anything you want in your mystery mile See me sweat watch my temperature rise with my head hung high with my head hung high
dartin' back and forth From a window came a violin tune Angels dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cards Looters sprung from prisons filled the yard A yellow sun hung
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get home before the morning comes What if I'm late, got a big date, gotta get home before the sun rise I'm having
How many times have you watched the sun rise How many times have you looked deep into your lovers eyes how many times have we spit phat rhymes how many
feeling so sad That I never had one of your children From across the room Inside a tomb A chance has waxed and waned The night is young Why are we so hung
survive in this game You know why ? Coz it's a nice day to be alive Break ..... *YOGI B* The break of dawn awake I smile with the rising sun No rat
forward inspite of you I know what I have to do, I'm gonna rise again I'm gonna rise again, I'm gonna rise again I'm rising, rising again Self doubt
as I search within To find a cure, to bring you back again And the sun will rise open up your eyes Surprise just a blink of the eye I tried I tried
The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible thirst, a curse has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung
a quiet distant treasure When you rise up to recover When you leave this tiny alley When you meet me in the garden With your horns all hung with cedar
and I hear the rustle of shackles From the stockade door bursts merlin His eyes red, and swollen, like they've been pushed into the sun His robes aflame
We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame
