Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Toughen The Bones , by - Borialis. Song from the album What You Thought You Heard, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Toughen The Bones , by - Borialis. Song from the album What You Thought You Heard, in the genre Ню-металToughen The Bones |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| I go days without sleep, weeks and won’t eat |
| Walk on broke glass and coals with bare feet |
| Watch me perform feats beyond belief |
| Withstand the freezing cold and extreme heat |
| I may receive beatings, but won’t know defeat |
| Slow down my breathin' and calm the heartbeat |
| I learn to endure and to ignore pain |
| By shuttin' off nerves that inform the brain, sustained |
| By the air, sunshine, and rain, refrain |
| 'Til necessities all that remains |
| I hold my breath in four minutes and forty seconds |
| These old yogis, they come to me for lessons |
| And when they exit, they ask for my blessings |
| Like Christians begging forgiveness 'n' confession |
| Hearin' my song is like gettin' your palms read |
| Tellin' you thoughts going on in your mom’s head |
| Tellin' vets what the Serge in Vietnam said |
| Reunitin' them with friends who had been long dead |
| Knowin' word-for-word what a letter you read said |
| From an ex-lover who double-crossed, and then you saw red |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid |
| Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison |
| Cats talk shit, but I just ignore it |
| Oblivious, going about my own bis' |
| Compose shit as dope as Mr. Holland’s Opus |
| 'Cause I’m more focused then a microscope is |
| Remain absorbed in great concentration |
| More profound than any ancient meditation |
| Close my eyes and I’m on vacation |
| All caught up in my latest creation |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| My love for life’s stronger than my fear of death |
| And my soul won’t rest after my last breath |
| I’m hauntin' any man who ever crossed me wrong |
| Walkin' through their walls long after I’m gone |
| In the form I was before I was born |
| I learned all this through constant hardships |
| To harness the Force we all was born with |
| The ascetic, auto telic Martial Artist |
| Often regarded as brutally honest |
| Fearless, wide-eyed but tearless |
| Carefully careless in full awareness |
| In all fairness, you can’t compare this |
| No radio station out there will air this |
| This is rare shit, some «rip-out-your-hair» shit |
| It’s how I spit over kick and snare hits |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
| No need to roam into the unknown, got the |
| Whole world outside my window, gotta |
| Fill the belly and toughen the bones |
| He endures long who finds his true home |
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