been made Decisions have been made I've conquered my fears, all my fears The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud Must edge the web The web, the web, the web
Oversættelse: Fisk. The Web.
it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink) Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish
keep a hoe stack'n (what you do? ) What you got to do To have your bitch clockin' Just put her on skirt, (then what? ) Sit her on "stockton" fish
man vs machine baby my head?s in the guillotine baby it might take it off clean baby automated dreams it was man vs machine baby [Verse 2:] I?m a fly caught in the web a fish
(s macdonald) And she's been fishing for compliments Makes her cast over the water She is still weak but growing stronger Like a web you don't attend
Red back, funnel web, blue ringed octopus Taipan, Tiger snake, Adderbox and Jellyfish stone fish and the poison thing that lives in a shell, that spikes
dirt You're the shit And you're the fly Go kiss your ass goodbye Just another fish in the sea But not swimming free Entangled in a web Of miserable
callin' off the match Gimme somethin' real?c?cbabyface will need a peel tonight Chorus: Where they go We don't know But deep inside we're blue Catch that fish
and trees And bore fruit which was easten by wormkind And worms grew wings or fins or arms and legs And grew into animalkind, animalkind And creatures walked the earth And fish
new The electric heart Spins its lightning web The spider sparkle lights the way ahead I eat the biscuits, a gift for her I eat the fishes, they got
web descends Look to your grey hairs And back your horses About a week A special allowance Ran out yesterday The Masquerah.. The Masquerade The Masqueraderie Like a fish
gun shoot shoot shoot it! sterilize the black widow of it's web silk, drain piano island of it's pineapple milk. pave the sea, divorce the fish from
wall There is rum from the cane fields Over the wall Over the wall There is sun on my taxi And cakes in my oven And fish in my netting And grease
meant something to somebody else But now it's dark and the cobwebs and rose petals Defying her into the web to go back to the days of color Into the web
trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the feel of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web
