my pride in a building of glass But I'm still throwing stones inside Man in a cage A perfect place of perfect isolation A heart full of pain A door
my fate, I'm trapped inside a cage it isn't even locked, but I'm an idiot (it's an illusion) Caesar was a criminal, but his mother was a saint some say
her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a desperate nation with it's back to the wall Within a
all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth
my thang y'knahmsayin? That's the flow, whattup? Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man This bitch
don't know what or why I'm a man, I want to break a rule I am a no, no, no, no, no, no, nobody, everybody's fool I am so ordinary Frustration Frustration
was something in between I don?t know what or why I?m a man I want to break a rule I am a nobody Everybody?s fool I want to drive a super racer I want
Превод: Фоол'с Гарден. Човек у кавез.
for my pride in a building of glass But I'm still throwing stones inside Man in a cage A perfect place of perfect isolation A heart full of pain A door
: Mother can you tell me why I feel so scared Can you tell me why you're leavin' At the moment when I needed you so bad I can't get through my head My
: Sandy came to meet me to the secret little bay down by the shore Where once a time she told me that she couldn't live without me no no more There I
: The world is awaking We're going one step too far And war is just ragin' on and on and on If this is the last chance If this is our last dance Let
: Can you picture yourself on a paper plane on a wind of change And which direction will take you away Will it have the range And if you still believe
the sea with love There's a wall of hatred There's a wall of pain There's one solution you can get out again There's a sea of tears and a life of sorrow
cry baby cry Twelve o'clock a meeting 'round the table for a sentence in the dark With voices out of nowhere put on specially by the children for a lark
: There's a sign on the wall and it's a sign so white of colour The more I watch, the more it turns around And it's painting, yellow circles down on
