It's coming, brace myself A notion of what's to be, there's no escape Drifting alone upon the dragon ship Eerily still, no winds that tear or whip Silence deafens, the sea is mirror calm Blood runs like the water from my palm I'm standing by myself

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

Slip out your arrows in tongues (Oh I, I'll dance on that cross) Tell me where we plan to be Did you ever see anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Did you ever know anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Speech trial come and lead my palms. (Sleeping on the

Não posso olhar dentro do seu olhar, Bala de Prata acerta pra matar Virei seu refém e não quero escapar Você atirou em minha direção, E acertou bem no meu coração Minha vida ficou na palma de suas mãos

Vivo en el presente Libre de preocupación Desde muy adentro Cómo es el caliente Quemaré el amanecer Tocaré las palmas tan dentro del alma Vuelo mi imaginación Mirando pal' frente

And I had you in the palm of my hand J'crois que je poursuis un rêve impossible J'pense que ça marchera pas mais j'y ai cru quand même Je me revois, je revois tes yeux, je revois ta bouche, je revois tes cheveux, ton visage Je me demande si toi aussi t'y

I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't

She likes to give me honey when I'm down She carries all the lines down in her palms She moves like a golden serpent all day long Moves like a golden serpent all day long She lights the candle when the day is gone If I ever was a king y'know she was the

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel