I am the son of the sky I am the crucifix I am the cry I am the master of war A dark room is my world Life no longer turns me no Forget my friends War
which case, your way outta your league I cover four corners of the earth Through the tropics of the globe Concentrate seven seas my dark room keeps
' bail My style is flashy like a fiver strobes Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes Time to flip the script, bust the whip Legend with the chip, dark
life shits fucced up I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin' I'm hungry for food my momma screamin' in the front room Drivin
out of tune a dozen black roses in a hideous room you got a swagger you got a fistful of swoon blood on your hands steady that silver spoon though your towers
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the
, hey Na, na, na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey Na, na, na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey Na, na, na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey Some guarded room, smoky figure
the days gone and I wonder where I am. Found a place in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, in the darkness, home, in the darkness. A crowded room
, any one want one? Hey Graham I'm not in the room right? Graham: What room? Galstaff: I wanna cast magic missile. Nightblade: The room where he's
to take him? Because he's an innocent labor So now, they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them Every day, every night, look down at them From watch towers
Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower Guards say, "Here's pens and paper, just sit down and work for an hour" Oh, goodness, how can we escape
of the crowd Just pay us and we'll make you feel Come on in and spend an hour Or two up here in the dark tower Where there is nothing as it seems Follow
Dead cities in the dark Dreaming themselves to be Alive once more And in darkened rooms As vaulted tombs we hear them call As sea devours land Towers
Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo, you aren't never gonna have an act. [Roxie Hart] Says who? [Fred Casely] Face it, Roxie. You're two big towers with skinny
Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with punyards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room From a pole or by a hook and cords and strangled
Wrung symphonies of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered
'll take all low men All the hatred, evil souls We share one desire A wicked one as you may know Touched by the crimson king Touched by the savior The tower
Salvation lies in banishing This creature to the dark Let not your hand be hesitant Or death will be your mark" But there was still one single hope No room
