Shivers Fingers scratching blackboards Make cowards of the brave A natural reaction From the cradle to the grave Rats and bats and spiders And little
power Midnight hour She enjoyed the race III. WAR INSIDE MY HEAD - [lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [02:08] Napalm showers Showed the cowards We
flights I run out the front door into the center of the street I scream out your name as the steam just swells around my feet I hear you after midnight
If you wanna be the heart of midnight You've gotta be either cynical or dead All those you hold in estimation You can no longer count among your friends
we lose the ever after? I thought good guys would triumph I trusted a hero, I didn't hear his goodbye I guess it was lost in the talk of a straight-acting coward
up and panty hose Shelly: We're gonna take you back Out by the railroad track Both: And leave your body for the dogs as a midnight snack Rick: Your
off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin' While I motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules
, so if you wanna thump Go play your cards my nigga, and we can get it started You pulled your gat now bitch, let's see who coward-hearted Pussy-perpetrators
Jesse James and his boys rode that Dodge City Trail Held up the midnight Southern mail And there never was a man with the law in his hand That could keep
die! Dead you hunger for Life Spurning flesh you deny your Divine Wealth and stare Cursing all that we share... torn by Dreams of Despair... Why! You coward
showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop
Midnight violence, the scene of the kill A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left Teeming with maggots
Much to her advantage She resumed her frantic pace Boundless power Midnight hour She enjoyed the race [III. War Inside My Head] Napalm showers Showed the cowards
Fingers scratching blackboards Make cowards of the brave A natural reaction From the cradle to the grave Rats and bats and spiders And little things
on my back, lost my family Not to belittle the middle passage calamity I gotta make decisions Cause I keep havin' visions of flight bombing politicians On some midnight
-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? [Tupac] I'm barely standin And plus my secondhand say it's midnight
comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound Cause [Kurupt] don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
you stuck Witout a fuckin bucket to piss in For all you cowards that's dissin Heres a bitch named glock for your nuts to be kissin I said it just like the midnight