Taste my words dear, feel them renewing Feel them renew false promises, promises I could smell your fear when I told you that we would have to walk into
[Lupe Talking] Chi-Town, First-N-Fifteenth, F-N-F, Ghostwriter wat up? [Verse] No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K I fly through, pocket full of
I'm not quite sure how I got here. A minute passed and I'm on my feet. I never knew life could taste so good. I need a little minute, just a moment to
Go on and pull yourself up We climb, we climb, we climb, we climb Down there they get you, down there Again and again, forever and ever Go on and give
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Short circulated Sleeping through the dopamine When you've got nothing to fear Too low to notice Superman in disco jeans Having a good time Just wish
Hell strikes on solid ground give us the strength to hold our home open the wrath again withstood the fight before,been told to leave it all go where
Doomed to an after life of pain Seeing your life start to drain Can not deny the reasons that you are here Now your horrid death is clear Enclosed in
Peel away the earth and raise the dead. Back from the grave to strike again. We have come as children of the night. Sworn to drain everything of life.
Come on I woke up in a dream today To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor Forgot all about yesterday Remembering I'm pretending
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell there's nothing
Round and round the dial turns Your finger itches but your vanity hurts And so you cross your friends off one by one Either they're busy or they are no
Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten Clutching old friends in their talons Down from the sky to the way back of his mind To pick
All these winter days barely go by All the light has gone I don't know why Now I need a friend to do me right or ride on in You need a helping hand to
Hey, arms of the ocean reach out for you Rusty pipes, can?t help calling for you too The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo, be, doo Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo Guess I got in trouble too, nothing left for me to do I guess I forgot to play it
Rising from my deadly tomb I've got Maddened eyes with fright Fingers bleeding fast heart beating The moon's my only light Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Science has become a childa??s game. There is no solution to bring away this plague. .... No remedies have been discovered. The cure is a shotgun, the