One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine em One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine em
Bust through the dust Purple bubbles in the soundtrack Pull another at the set and bounce back Hackin I got rhythm through a prism and a vision and the visions give way to a synergy of rhythm No more living in fear it's now clear Eyes wide open he knows that it's near Feeling over those any previous notion He hide the facade in his gleeful emotions The potion made him go captivated and created from the energy building in his mind made it and related to the tools of the student of the school of belated finding himself the long awaited
One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine em One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine em
Now he's got time on his side Sand in the hourglass One for the wind Two for the past that he heard Three outside with the fell scale numberless He older back then, much younger now He got the hunger now Wisdom of youth Bust out the slumber in vision and truth Like a new paradigm sure to paralyze his mind Can he handle dismantling space and time Afraid there might be evil to come Snap out of it four three two one Having fun under a spell Feeling so numb and exploring on the run until the sunlight gone Until the dark makes so his head making him paralyzed To the music he was making right in front of his eyes For a surprise on the rise so flammable he could burn but then he slows down and concerned to learn
Once he toured your fan the world becomes his farther playground There's no chance he can manage to keep his heart weak to stay down No the sounds in the temple of this memories daylight and he's sharp like the pencil of the play-write and he blows up the spot like dynamite megatight show the party people what you're like
One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine em One, Black turntable on the floor Two, Ears are perceiving the score Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon Four, Laws can't confine emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
