wheels for wings. Cranes loom like gallows overhead, and the setting sun paints the sky blood red. But outside it's exactly how I want it to be. We'
the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball Irony, irony is hating love, hating love For what it does to me, what it?s done to me What it?s done, done
and pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst shit is just cheesy It's a 311 bliss
and pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst s--- is just cheesy It's a 311 bliss
Dominating, Invisible Black-out, loss of control Overwhelming, Unquenchable I'm powerless, have to let go I can't escape it It leaves me frail and worn
replenished It's a new beginning, this is serious business Got my heart and soul in it It's the way that I'm living Let it be known that I'm devoted,
, the cracks in the crystal ball. Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love What it does to me, What it's done to me. What it's done... done
be eight deep [1] Oh aight, word [2] So come on down, it's on yo [1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us? [2] Yeah it's just us [1] Oh damn, whassup with some
Infatuated to the high [Verse 1: Tyga] Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air Only just to find pain cause it's all that I feel Mothaf-
, I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned Pennies
bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather
) (This is, is all a war, as it is, so shall it be) (If being is what it's about, I is) (If being is what it's about, I is) (What goes up, has to come
't know how to make it understood That a lot of black movies have been tampered by Hollywood So it's important, take the name and date and step Research it
sensational, it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the milky way to your hershey's kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it The bedroom, we lose calories in it
killing you, is it the demon inside? My God, you're turning blue, a suffocating lie You're all I've got, you're all I've got And to wake up, she fucks the pain
(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos won
, the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for
