Текст песни Cinna - Cook Thugless
I
dreamt
tonight
that
I
did
feast
with
caesar
And
things
unlucky
charge
my
fantasy
Come
what
may
embraced,
my
breast
to
heaven
Cross-blue
lightning
opens
everything
on
the
seven
Bid
me
say
to
you
by
word
of
mouth
from
the
senate
For
the
eye
sees
not
itself
and
this
conspiracy
hath
menaced
Prythee
peace
Yo
be
or
not
to
be,
to
die,
to
sleep,
to
dream,
to
weep
These
beads
of
sorrow
to
suffer
the
slings
and
arrows
Of
outrageous
fortune.
Who
would
fardels
bear?
The
whips
and
scorns
of
time
Ay,
that's
the
rub
there
For
in
that
sleep
of
death
what
dreams
may
come
The
undiscovered
country
whose
bourn
no
traveller
returns
Pangs,
despised
love,
laws
delay
makes
cowards
of
us
all
'Tis
the
fire-eyed
maid
of
smoky
war
Yo
I
wear
that
same
dagger
for
myself
If
it
were
done
when
'tis
done
'twere
will
it
were
duncan
done
quickly
Be
all
end
all
and
catch
with
his
surcease;
Success
My
love
swears
'Til
it's
hors'd
upon
the
sightless
couriers
of
the
air
Friends,
countrymen,
romans
the
poor
have
cried
The
good
is
oft'
interred
is
enrolled
Pedestal
at
the
capitol
tolled
Slew
him
for
the
good
of
rome
Honest
iago
knows
antony
spoke
this
ages
yoke
for
the
throne
I
would
sooner
swim
to
the
Bermudas
on
two
politicians
rotten
bladders
I
would
rather
have
men
about
me
that
were
fatter
A
politician
is
the
devil's
quilted
anvil
He
fashions
all
sins
on
him,
the
blows
are
never
heard
still
Sway
of
earth,
things
unfirm
worse
I
will
do
so,
if
you
will
Think
of
the
world,
heavens
menace
so
Mannerly
my
sin
is
purged,
tender
go
When
he
shall
die,
violent
delights
know
Take
him
and
cut
him
out
in
little
stars
Fire
and
powder,
wolfish
raven
paws
My
bounty
is
as
boundless
as
the
sea
My
love
as
deep
The
more
I
give,
the
more
I
have
For
both
are
infinitely
bound
You
lie;
in
faith
For
you
are
called
plain
kate,
prettiest
kate
My
super
dainty
kate
For
dainties
are
all
kate
And
therefore
kate
Take
this
of
me,
dainty
katie
Kate
the
curst,
thy
virtue
so
deeply
Kate
of
kate
hall
and
of
Christendom
Had
I
not
villain,
what
hast
thy
done
Working
confusion
on
your
enemies
And
of
your
blood,
I'll
make
two
pasties
I'll
grind
your
bones
to
dust
You
know
your
mother
means
to
feast
with
me
Come
what
may
come:
tomorrow,
tomorrow,
tomorrow
All
our
yesterdays
have
lighted
fools
Sound
and
fury;
hollow
All
the
world's
a
stage,
I
am
the
unperfect
actor
A
walking
shadow
struts,
frets
upon
his
hour
And
then
is
heard
no
more-
out,
out,
brief
candle
Signifying
nothing
Hereafter,
dusty
death
Everlasting
rest,
world-wearied
flesh
Take
your
last
breath
I'm
not
a
prophet,
I'm
just
cinna
the
poet
Come
what
may
embraced,
my
breast
to
heaven
Cross-blue
lightning
opens
everything
to
the
last
Syllable,
syllable
of
recorded
time
Time
Time
![Cook Thugless - Time](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/d/l/l/u/uy4gpnulld.jpg)
1 Ab Initio
2 Reinvent the Universe
3 Circles
4 Cinna
5 Rap's Orphan
6 Sax Rift
7 La Plaga
8 Tempus Edax Rerum
9 Sweet Coffee
10 Bruised and Amused
11 Not Human
12 2035
13 Filth
14 Usque Ad Finem
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