all words and music copywritten 2004
who best in line, makes it over time?
great gas ball, they're making all their calls,
to the beast we go...
under the snow, under the snow,
the little plant will grow,
that is the seed.
selfish fondlers, tell me that they're the girls,
to take into my farm.
underneath the suicide is harm.
little lips are under the skin, waiting to get in.
under the snow, under the snow,
the little plant will grow,
that is the seed.
growing with belief , in all that you see,
it's hard to make it up, but when you got the cup.
drink it in and take it up,
it's like you don't know what you got.
it limits all the friends you have,
if that's what matters, it aint bad.
watch over my son, he is the only one,
that will understand, what is in my hand.
it isn't what you got, the seed will grow...
purevolume
north jersey music
- don't wanna go
- golden angel
- in my heart
- just like you
- loosely to love
- lost myself
- my last chance
- the only one
- the seed
- the wire
- sympathy