Lying like needles on forest earth. Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual You can drive my tail to watch the
Lying like needles. On forest earth. Euphoric rush. Trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering. Like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual. You can drive my tail. To
Land of my birth, land of my birth. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Love you, Jamaica, Jamaica, I love you. Land of my birth, land of my birth. I love you, I love you
edge Like a birth in reverse. What I saw through the blinds. You could say that I'm sane. In phenomenal lies. I'm the cause; make a turn. Near the party line. Like a birth in reverse. In America
. Keep them crowded and short of air. Then you can take their last breath. I'd rather be insulted by you. Than someone I respect. If I don't share the same view. It's just my birth defect. All the
worn. Into a blue note. And then they nursed it. They rehearsed it. And then sent out that news. That the Southland gave birth to the blues. They nursed it. And they rehearsed it. That the Southland they
your prayer to the head of this bed. When it begins at your knees and goes right to your head. . Birth-day. . Strap me down from wrist to heel. I wait to meet my love made real. . One thing I
Bài hát The Birth Of Evil - Ancient Bards. Storyteller . In Westland one day . A stranger appeared . His name was Dorus. He had a revelation. Daltor he met. The king of the West. And breathlessly
