Methods Of Mayhem - Metamorphosis
Tommy Lee - A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
A butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love
Becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad
Becomes the pain inside cryin′ becomes a game,
Yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a
Father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my
Father you cannot dismiss I′m living proof
Of
metamorphosis
Tilo - Times are changin′ minds are re-arrangin it
Doesn′t matter if your black budohist or asian we all
Possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate
Seed becomes a flower! x2
A butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love
Becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad
Becomes the pain inside cryin′ becomes a game,
Yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a
Father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my
Father you cannot dismiss I′m living proof
Of
metamorphosis
Tilo - Times are changin′ minds are re-arrangin it
Doesn′t matter if your black budohist or asian we all
Possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate
Seed becomes a flower! x2
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