Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm

Returning of the miracles It's my own requiem The jester's tears They are inside me Agony's the script for my requiem Is the script already written Jester's tears I cry Hallowed be the fatherland

World turning Everybody's got me down I gotta get my feet back on the ground Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right I need somebody to help me through the night Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong I just wanna be back where I belong Turnin',

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

(Take it from me) Nothing can stop me Nothing holds me back Its got a mind of its own and it say Think you could slow me down? It got a mind of its own and it say There ain't no turning back Take it from me When you start it's just a matter of time

Nothing's quite the same as European Vegas So you think you're lonely, you think that you're the only one Baby, listen closely, let me be your number one The city's getting colder, the streets are turning into ice So baby, hold me closer, let me stay for

I know it's true Blame it on my misplaced heart But what's the use I been losing time And it's a precious thing I don't watch my back much lately It's funny how I see, everything Twisted and turning in the breeze You made your mind up

I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not

Do you feel anything at all? Do you hear steps at the door? Do you reckon the smell of...? It's life - the the dark that binds you Frightened by your own smell Bitterness will run you through Silent screaming Turning, twisting the alphabet Frantic eyes

It has been decided. We'll set forth on this journey. We packed the wagons Everything arranged, there is no turning back The time has come All too soon A stab all through my heart The afterglow Glimmered on the roof of our homestead We bode the nightfall