Lyrics: Matisyahu- Aish Tamid: The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed Aish tamid eternally A fire burns continuously Wondering where you been Won't you come on home to me? Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact Air intermingling ringing with the singing of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters Catastrophe struck the sound stuck Disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted building still standing Matisyahu- Heights: said a moonlight enlighten my way a twilight from the heights of my roof sing praise and poof looking up to the night Ask for help to get up [x7] and right get up and right to get up to get up and right get up and right get up and right see git up and git up and right Infected Mushroom- Artillery: Locked inside this cage again [x4] Matisyahu- Dispatch The Troops: Daughter of Zion Once precious princess Left her father's house To walk the streets that never rest Maybe they'll hear me in the metropolis So I'm sending out and SOS Fighting with her "ta" She wants out of this mess And those big city lights Might brighten up the darkness You know that I'm tired and you know that I'm stressed You can't stop me and you can't stop this You could call the police try to make an arrest Today is the day that repossess Leaving on the first bus that I can get Now its rings around the eyes sopping wet from rain droplets Window shopping for some solace No address and penniless Thats the price you pay from running away from the stress Feeling the pain likes the dance by the DJ Reminds me of a time when things were OK Infected Mushroom- Artillery: With artillery [x14] With ta ra ta ta ta ta... Locked inside this cage again [x4]

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