My life is null and void Dismantled and destroyed My life is null and void My life is null and Void My life is null and void Dismantled and destroyed My
glimpse of you Then You make me new And I am nothing less Than what I find in You You are holy You are holy I will lift my voice to You And sing it
After every voice is heard Love has the final word Seems like every time I look around I see things I thought were kingdoms Crashing to the ground And I
crash and burn to ash but the fight for her honor will rage on I hope I never see the end I hope I never have to live without her comfort but for now
at me That I'm a nach'ral Camille? As Camille I just feel I've so much to offer. Kid, I know I'd be divine because I'm a nach'ral cougher. (coughs) Some
Is this your voice I heard speaking my name? I hang on every word, each letter that I write, every day, every night, but I just can't live and learn
. I knew that very instant, She meant to do me harm. "Depart from me this moment," I told her with my voice. Said she, "But I don't wish to," Said I, "
. Maybe we are all dying. I pass a graveyard on my way to work, today I saw two dozen white roses on a fresh new mound of dirt. And I wondered about
I'll show you where the ocean is [Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit
my voice unto You I raise Here is my offering, my simple offering Straight from my heart to Your soul Straight from my heart to Your soul (Vamp) Straight from my
you just lit a cigarette; "You're not quite what I'm looking for my little marionette" I guess this is my premiere lovin'. I guess this is my premiere
was younger than me Why am I sad today Why am I on the way Down to the border Not over the line Why am I sad today Why am I on the way Down to the
beat the machine that works in your head Will you offer me some tricks if I ever need them would you go into that room if I call 'em Do you think that
my voice towards all the hate that haunts us They poltergeist I hold the mic no need for praise or worship I only phrase my thoughts in ways that ought
I am just what you see I'm not the next of them I am the first of me If I can't refuse The price they offer I am sure to lose And I will suffer Sell
done I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I
that I can I am ready for love Here with a offering of My voice My Eyes My soul My mind Tell me what is enough To prove I am ready for love I am
