The Gathering Ringtones

Dare I say, the greatest poets of our day Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent Jay; The hip hip clowns Haters see just white-trash family They say fan of I.C.P. Must have the downs I don't care, I love them so Cornrow my hair and drink Faygo I'm every where - I am Juggalo Let us sing of the annual gathering Come see a cultural happening, and also tits Call us sick, say you hate our wigger schtick But it's about the music, and also tits You put us down but you don't know I'm a proud clown, and so's my hoe I wear the crown of Juggalo Come along to the posse show Our bond is strong, like magnets, yo I sing this song for the Juggalo

No brainwaves or activity While the craft is in the air It's getting dark, it's getting light We are sitting in a chair We have fastened every belt We cannot float out of our seats It's so enormously frightening When our tail reaches superheat Another timezone A change of season It is turning dark again We're getting ready for yet Another orbit around our planet It is time for the galactic cruise To come to an end One last view on the world And the time we have spend

Slowly... Flying silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living for, live no longer Couldn't resist looking in her eyes I saw myself, tears were falling The seas of her eyes reflected my old age Youth grows old, like winter follows spring Faster... Falling kingdom Dancers on winter winds, They dance... for me Nature's ways Life can't always be controlled Controlled by fear Scared of months and years, fear no longer Time leaves it's mark The years come but never go Masked is my face The mask of age will fall, hide no longer Couldn't resist looking in her eyes I saw myself, tears were falling The seas of her eyes reflected my old age Youth grows old, like winter follows spring

They will not burn Deceived and led by the master of all Beware of the snake Beware of the three legged rabbit Stealing the potions of life By piercing the walls Three drops of blood while casting the magic spell Church bells gives the power of flight Bringing chaos and disorder Master, black hooded priest A face of evil, with horns Clothing of iron underneath Directing the pace Hear their song