Beauty fades, death decays Fires on high, reach the sky Branches break Roots remain Strong in mind And the sky opened up and it swallowed us whole All that's left is time and healing underground Underneath us the cosmic dawn of war begins

Tie the knot, tie tie the knot Tiffi tiffi tie the knot It's time to make the move Ahh yeah, tie the knot, tie tie the knot Uhh, kick it y'all Heheheheheh Yo Hump, gonna do a lil somethin' like this Lots of little knots that need to be tied

Hesitation's always mine Hesitate outside the times Say you've been with me Old world underground where are you now? Subtract my age from the mileage On my speeding heart, credit cards Accelerate, accumulate Looked for you downtown Wound up in a movie

I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out The death of me

Death by the head crusher, Head Crusher! Time to take your last walk in this world Before your journey begins underground But not before we torment you from your Cell straight to hell with a short detour in-between Begging for mercy, all alone Unable to

The rhymes he say have no particular order Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta Hold your breath, MC's, my rhyme's underwater. We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip

Child stay down, stay down You better run for cover underground Look at me, right at me When I'm telling you to stay down Come to me, run to me I am begging you to stay down Cling to me desperately All you gotta do is stay down

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

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But there's not much I can do here now that I'm living underground Speak now my precious whispers, float softly through the breeze Please float on by my loved ones and let them know that I'm still here So I could see what's down below me, because how I