[Originally by 'N Sync] Bye, Bye, Bye Bye, Bye, Bye Bye, Bye, Bye I'm doin this tonight You're probably gonna start a fight I know this can't be right
I'm still crawling I'm still crawling. Now I'm game for the feeding chain, and their still scraping their still crawling. Taking measures to see myself , but I seem
for myself. And now these sighs are severing. And I was saving everything, can't believe, I believed, I believed that this might help. Making amends, seems
One two three listen to me i wont repeat and please d-d-d-dont make me stutter this is the last time im telling you blah blah something about the golden
. Recitin' the lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. How do you know when you're goin' too far? The further you get, the further
had a love to call my own No one could have told me that today I'd be alone Yes the sweetness today has gone sour Seeming further away with each hour
see forever When our time sleeps you can be forever - be forever - Be forever - be forever - be forever - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever - Heart beats heart beats - be forever
follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first? Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe What could ya say as the earth gets further and further
face of creation, one nation rose above all others in the antediluvian world... Atlantis. [The Atlantean Quorum:] Hear the call Atlanteans, proud we stand forever
ocean of blood The next revelation was vivid and cruel It depicted two swordsmen engrossed in a duel The one held a sword that was silver and pure The other
vivid and cruel It depicted two swordsmen engrossed in a duel The one held a sword that was silver and pure The other a sword that was red to the core
and were ya thinkin' you were first? Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further
gift, the Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit
them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times, my altar of refuge and other
I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times, my altar of refuge and other, my
it on Recitin' the lyrical gift The shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars How do you know when you're goin' too far ? The further you get, the further
and Yao what seems to be the sun over the arch of Beslam, shining Louis Wain is there I can see, if I stretch my eyes far and further William Lawes dead
