had a name The blood stains your hands Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame I grieve for what turns to ashes And bones and buried beneath the Garden of stones
[CD bonus] [Roope Latvala] Life should be played safe, secure the happy future No extra choices to be made, center all on one goal Leave school with
a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones
our love will never end. Conform me in, into the wicked, into the... You were my favorite. We both know our love will never end. Conform me in, into
all the drug dealers and kept his hood sowed mafia menace to his community his money was long wouldnt let his partners make no money let alone sell stones
this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and
anger, but in danger of calling you My mind's a long, long way from it was dead And now the good times just keep drifting back in, woah Breathe it on out the end
How did I end up like this? I'm driving you around and taking care of your kids And maybe baby I should have listened to my folks 'Cause now I'm stuck
no sweet love And a many, many things I do so well Oh you know that's the end That's the end so far away down They said that I was as good as dead
play 'em on down to the end. I'm laying in the sand, Getting a sunshine tan, Moving along, riding in style. From my toes to my head, You knock me dead
time we meet Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end
God's acre of memory, Marking stones, in my reverence, "I loved them until they loved me." Pictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead
is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone
scarred by a father's belt She's trying to rie Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games Handsome lad, dead in a car Confusion No connections