They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo Oh, all around the World, There's an echo As he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows Classical poems Battle my own demons

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

I am believing The lion paws his own teeth now Their hearts are gold What if we run like the wind? Their hearts are gold So you you can love him now What if it were all a dream? What if we were demigods? They'd take to our knee

Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you think I could have a drink Since it's so hard to swallow So hard to swallow

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

Hey maestro expresso She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she comes out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells just like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do

Beware my foolish heart The night is like a lovely tune How white the ever constant moon Take care my foolish heart There's a line between love and fascination That's hard to see, how many names such as this For they both have the very same sensation

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop Where you must sign a life long contract as well You're so lucky to grow and age Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer Mucus built on your brain But you tell me to keep on praying Really this is a

Selling hope to the hopeless, ready to bleed them dry, and take their dignity So get up on your stage and say they need what you have, When your words mean nothing to you or me We know that you're faking it You may have them fooled Will they see it's

When the last eagle flies, over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars, at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving At the Last Unicorn When the first breath of winter,