again to be hard to wet Discharge and drip genitourinary loakage Reproductive organs butchered and raw The risk for gratification is your epitaph Ignorance is
kills slowly Skin is in Ashes to ashes, genitals to jelly Melting in syphagonnaherpeaids The black plague of the 20th century Careless promiscuity Skin is
I'ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin' Yes, I am speakin', but I ain't writin' So cold, I put the ice in nicest You too broke to pay attention My style is
not alone I live with the memories regret is my home This is my true freedom Express all the feelings of what I've become I watch the rising sun I hope
Sir, come to me and I will keep you warm Taste hope in my skin and faith with the dawn You will rise Beyond the sunrise that is where we live Feeding
were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel. Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was
pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even
promise of a love, you'll probably never find and touch, that you can really feel. The brokenness inside as hope and less collide, now nothing is real. There is
bout to jet Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck Yo we play to win Such a shame, shit is a sin So hot baby body heat bubble your skin Everytime
know how i feel every day is an ordeal to get by melanchony ever so broken skin mercury rising chorus : oh my heart there's movement across the tracks hoping
my path. Will i ever know the end I die again Now i'm one of you. No dream, that keeps me alive, no warmth reaches my skin. Their methods broke into
strong for so long All i wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet
the crowd And I got a bloody knee under my skin, a mark from wiping out It brings back the memories Every bone's been broken And my heart is still
send her home with an ashy face love is a gamble but it?s my casino pretend that your the loser I hope that she (?) I hope the game got life insurance
Wings, Hustle Man, Sittin In A Rubber Band - A Dennis The Menace's Weapon Of Choice With The Window's Up And Sooo... Dead Intended Unattended Windows Of A Rolls, Broken