that mean that I am a DEMON? Couldn?t God and Allah have the same meaning giving someone something to believe in? Cuz these days, between the T-Vay and
Okay, I remember the days, high rights, low lefts Even Stevens and fades, troops, Lottos, and B K's Those was the days, high tech boots spray painted
And there she goes, taking true love While she's taking true love, she's given the blame How could I be so wrong To think that we could get along Days
When past lovers have left you down? What makes you think I stand all alone In my grief I fell into your heart With my love, with my love When in days
contemplate Being trapped between the doctor and the magistrate Once of these days, I'm gonna pay it back Pay it back one of these days Once of these days
Another one of those days Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past
on darling now I still need to know Are we gonna fade away or stay forever? Took a walk down to Soho I've got TV on my mind It says these days you have
ain't got time for you and I Someday when I become old and wise I'm able to explain to you Why love is kind to be cruel Forget the grief to celebrate
I still hear them talk, telling jokes in my head Here we are before the dawn, cold and black, death and scorn Here they are, lust and grief, to oversee the crime In the days
up, step it up it?s alright To the left and to the right Check the new ride out it?s alright Silence ain?t in season 'Cause there ain?t no good in grief
So sick of saying goodbye again So sick of saying goodbye again So sick of saying goodbye again Rebel in the dirt, what was it worth? I'm left with grief
. You are the crowd. You are the face. Denying all that's left behind Through blindness in the mind Engrossed in a distorted haze Struggle through the awaited days
Out of present grasp, events forsaken guide, Pathways enchanted lead to cross the riverside Of letha; they return - avoiding grief and pain, Deleting
shame I?ve longed for years and months and days and days Since I held the hands That bore my shame I count the years and months and days and days
I. The Stones Of Years Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then
it all a lie? How can all my wisdom serve me? The wise must die like a fool All Man's days full of pain all he does brings him grief No comfort just
Who put an end to all the beauty...? The splendour of the days gone by... ItA's mild and steady glow that lit up the gloomy loneliness..? What could