so convinced A relic that leaves no room for peace So fragile it has always been Outside your focus Extinction, your final goal Now you're the relic
Todd Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
As our faith bleeds into day This feeble dream is born As dark as winter's voice As silent as the rain A place is found within Where hearts are formed
Your faith is wearing thin Promise of a new day Brings compulsion to vomit Silent dust in the eye of god Who's the relic on my sister's neck Next, next
Walls covered in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a
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Arnold Layne had a strange hobby Collecting clothes moonshine washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view, see through
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Last night I had too much to drink Sitting in a club with so many fools Playing to rules Trying to impress but feeling rather empty I had another drink
Wasting my time Resting my mind and I'll never pine For the sad days and the bad days When we was workin' from nine to five And if you don't mind I'll
I was standing by the Nile When I saw the lady smile I would take her out for a while For a while Oh, my tears wept like a child How her golden hair
Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of
Desecrating - digging up th grave I search in the coffins for my loathsome preys Recollections of a macabre work Fragments of the corpses in my private
I'll make all your wishes come true Lifting the chains of oppression from you Wiping away the lines carved in your face Take the Relic from this place
your wishes come true Lifting the chains of oppression from you Wiping away the lines carved in your face Take the Relic from this place... Carry on
'm brushing cobwebs from the corners of my mind. I'm reading the hidden text between my own lines. I'm uncovering. I'm sifting through. Digging up relics
relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Its the funkadelic relic