| All of my enemies, they surround me | |
| But I will chop them down | |
| Encompass me, but in the name of the Lord | |
| I will cut them down | |
| They push me, they want me to fall | |
| With my back against the wall | |
| My back against the wall | |
| I shall not die | |
| I shall live in the land of the living | |
| I shall not die | |
| I will live in the land of the living | |
| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn | |
| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on | |
| Teach me to love | |
| Where are you, o my son, where are you | |
| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka | |
| Teach me to love | |
| They say man is the lamp of God | |
| Well I'm your fog lights in this journey | |
| Through the smog so write it in the logs | |
| And all the blogs and the streets, write it with your feet | |
| When you walk and you talk through the concrete speak, | |
| Spark seek 'til the end of days | |
| Through all the crazy states I'm amazed | |
| Now let the children "rage" | |
| I shall not die, look into your eyes | |
| And I realize that all I know is gone | |
| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn | |
| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on | |
| Teach me to love | |
| Where are you, o my son, where are you | |
| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka | |
| Teach me to love, teach me to love | |
| Teach me to love, teach me to love | |
| Teach me to love | |
| Where are you, o my son, where are you | |
| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka | |
| Teach me | |
| Take your blade, rising sun, burns and fades, three long days | |
| Is this your way, here you are, and here I am | |
| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn | |
| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on | |
| Teach me to love | |
| Where are you, o my son, where are you | |
| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka | |
| Teach me to love, teach me to love | |
| Teach me to love, teach me to love | |
| Teach me to love | |
| Where are you, o my son, where are you | |
| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka | |
| Teach me |
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