Текст песни O.C. - The Crow, слова песни O.C.

Текст песни O.C. - The Crow

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Check out the scheme of a dream, thick fog all around meStanding in a tunnel of blood, hounds surround meShadow of a child, my eyes visualize and figureAnd as you walked backwards the shadow grew biggerTemptation made me curios to follow itAll fear in my heart, at that point I done swallowed itState like trance as I reach out my handYou wore an overcoat robe, face was disclosedNow was this a dream or realityI was about to become one of Satan`s fuckin fatalitiesIn silence, I hear the wings of a black crow flappinThe bird lands, then appears a manVery sleek in physique, stood about six feetDispute was jet black I had to step backHis dimeanor wasn`t pure, I knew this for sureHe had a diseased look that the world couldn`t cureI`m forzen, the fear returned to my bodyHeart pumpin so fast, I thought I was goin into cardiac arrestI wake up in a cold sweat, wifey sleepin on my left sound asleepI peep around the room then I make a sudden jestA feather from a black crow was beside my pillowWas it a sign from God to repute for the things that I did in my lifetimeNow my soul`s on the lineI`m puzzled, spark up a NewportThen I take a fall in hell it`s the cancerThen I try and find an answerCHORUS: (2x)My wisdom that I`m droppin is-Is somethin like a doctor andNecessary like oxygenI`m seein who`s my oppositeAnd who`s my aid in lifeSo let`s attract and repellThird rate government they tryin to seize the worldDay like a rose, the wind is blowin hard against the windowPull up the blinds there sits the crowI back up fast heart beatin massiveLost my breath, collapsin fallin on the mattressI went into a state of unconciousnessOpen my eyes up, I`m layin on the dark streetLeaves blowin in the breezes, JesusI on the street like a nightmareI take flight, a bird through the airWhile I`m wingin it I see all sorts of chaosDead bodies, burned buildings turned over carsUh-uh, seein visions of an all out warTerritory factors, picture escape from New YorkGun fire, blomb flowin, nerve gas a-flowinJust imagin whole race of Harlem gaurds showinRealizin I was havin out-of-body experienceReturn to my physical and wake up tenseLayin in the hospital as I figured the riddleG-O-D was throwin at me paranormally soGivin sight beyond sight about the world we knowA preminition that I saw through the eyes of a pro

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The Crow

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