Hold on, you can hold on to the people you believe in And never let them go Hold on, hold on to the feelings that you're feeling Hold on and never let
A light through the wall A pure crystal ball A mystical call between us Like spirits at the source Within a silent driving force Love that reaches everywhere
Time tells all we know we look to it Jesus on the radio Pledge me what you got I'll give you Eternal resting spot How intense I pray depends on how much
silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like
on the road Wide open arms can feel so cold So cold, feel so cold Balance the books, the ledges, the loons The disappointed look on the faces that squint
to be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the
the scheme of thangs We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on
questioned me He refused my exit permit, said my answers did not show I'd learned my lesson about responsibility Thus suddenly, I was forced to start thinking on
cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin' closer to death Reaper's got a hold on
Mordred will be born a bastard son The wizard and his powers will predict the silent future He holds the key to all success and forces it to the door
on the Champion?s face. He is shaking his hands as if to say I did not have a strong enough grip on the club when I hit the tree route, and my hands
, the darkness is hungry, The deep is angry, and the telephone rings on A film screen descends, and the silent movies play Buster Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On
pain, the truth of all to be Growing back to life through ever blinding darkness Free falling, fate's warning Find the life to hold on Soul stealer'
to survive I keep the real motherfuckers alive Verse 2: (popeye) : Faster between the streets I held on Promoted through pistols and either elsewhere Silent and helped to hold on
[ Verse 1 ] On this flow, I'm like a ghost, My body's missing my only soul, Invaded by a mysterious host, It's got my craving waiting the savoring of
