In cyberia where the glass people live No request for life no affection, no reply In cyberia where the glass people live A sound of silence no single
Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they drink too much And hold your own glass up to the heavens Take a little
And hidden incognations to open the gates of hell What if style were wicked, would I wear human skin With magic tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton What if hell were heaven and heaven
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling Moves me up
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling Moves me up strait
the Oh you crazy fools Don't you know you had it made You were living in paradise But take it from one who knows Who knows the gates of heaven can close
[ chorus: sunz of man ] Aiyyo this rap game ain't what it seems Artists get cream turn fiend Selling people a dream [ hell razah ] Aiyyo, you rappers
sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling
bartender) Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they drink too much And hold your own glass up to the heavens
Broken main regurgatitin' Automatin' Pain You're off and daughter screams in vain The black became a rectangular lake Some people greivin', neighborhoods that hydroplane Heaven
open the gates of hell. Would I style like it's wicked, would I wear human skin, with magic contacts and a cane that's made of skeleton. What if hell were heaven and heaven
that bell it's heaven or hell We've been tossed we've been crossed Since the beginning of time we've been lost Looking for reason walking on broken glass
Oversettelse: Heavens Gate. Glass People.