Paroles:
Lack Of Limits

Before the sun set in red The witching hour that approaches has a host of Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches Fat and bloated corpses lacking

A certain shade of green, Tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me Your ever present lack of

we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's But behind the jewelry counter, not in front (Che:) Could there be in our fighting corps A lack of enthusiasm

and if you found it Try your best to not put yourself around it Cause when you in it you tend to push it to the limit but Then when the sin beginnin

still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds We fall like all the leaves, who lack

get ahead and accomplish things you'll see the wonder and the joy life brings don't admire thieves they don't admire you their times are limited and

certain shade of green Tell me is that what you mean All signs around They say move ahead Could someone please explain to me Your ever present lack

gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it And those that lack the passion I have may despise

'off' seven times in a rhyme You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind Einstein understand that your third eye's blind You lack