Jewn Sabbath (interlewd) This Is What The Call Fate
No, maybe this is what they call fate.
No, maybe this is what the call fate.
No, maybe this is what they call fate.
No, maybe this is what the call fate.
Enough about that. Let's head for the shore. (let's go)
You know that broke down hotel where the tourists don't go no more. (f*ck that. I've been there)
Carry the bag that harbors your soul.
Enough about that, on to the show.
I'll meet you out back where the dirt roads cross.
Where the crows squak and the winds blow high
Where no other man will go but you and I.
This is where the buzzards fly high and circle the eye of the sun.
Maybe this is what they call fate.
Much more livin to go.
More for me to show.
Much more livin to go.
A weary soul would know.
Much more livin to go.
I made amends with my broken soul.
Much more livin to go.
So I won't be for the crows.
Much more livin to go.
How I feel said nobody knows.
Much more livin to go.
Rectify what I've sown.
Take it out in a bundle of rage if you're a disgrace, displacing your self-hatred on me to maintain your ego's debate with a fickleness afflicted rat in a maze created for the sake of patients ill from evil ways.
Prone to the unknown of your tone condescending me in a maze meant to bring you down, my friend. Don't wanna be a wailing soul stuck in the devils home, so leave me alone. Much more livin to go, leave me alone. How I feel said nobody knows. Much more livin to go. Cos only God knows how much I've grown.
Much more livin to go.
More for me to show.
Much more livin to go.
Rectify what I've sown.
But I'm gonna call out to the lord and free myself from evil ways that keep persisting in my life with a grin and dreadful disdain.
Cos I play, we sway like trees in breezes and I made my way so back off please
Cos I play, we sway like trees in breezes and I made my way so back off please
