[Verse 1] I'm sure to find true love Under angel wings Assured and locked so tight I know she's whispering Alone and savoring Life alone tonight She
an obvious change When we feel undenied Why do we go unreserved? Lights out open thighs Run away, oh run away [Pre-chorus] [Chorus] [Bridge] On my face
would have drove down Over the bridge and towards the sea Parking the sad car In between 24th and 5th [Chorus] I want to write a song about our love
[Verse 1] I am on my way to something small The turning of a year and I am raw Stripped away surrounded by the trees On mountains urging me to fall
[Verse 1] We all went home To search ourselves There's no one left To feed us now We all want more Then what we have Just pick me up And let me down
[Verse 1] I was licking the wound on my side Just like the animals I see at night Dragging me through the depths of My mind the fear closes my eyes
[Verse 1] Maybe everyone's to blame Cuz I can't fall in love to save All the world or anyone else Turn on the TV and fade [Pre-chorus] Maybe it's
[Chorus A] How much longer can we take this How much farther can we drag ourselves Maybe something's in the water Tell us if we've gone too far [Chorus
It appears to me your life can only move At the pace of the river you travel down [Pre-chorus 2] There's never enough paper When you leave me face
With the doors all locked I'm staring ahead Everyone's dead I'm under the pain in between my ribs It's just like the movies It comes about face All at
[Verse 1] You bring your face to mine Your anger wells inside You speak your wasted mind And mine is wasting You drag me deep inside The depths of wide
imperial like Diamond (?) I can tell your afraid to face me My verbals come off the wall like Kevin Spacy And I defeat camps into MC stamps Under street lamps your working
down out there?" "Yeah, I sort of had to run from the car." "Well, we are glad you made it. Now, your new album Fevers and Mirrors, tell us a little bit about the title
won't let you remember, no. nah nah nah, the good guys dress in black, remember that. just in case we're ever face-to-face and make contact. the title
have to think about work, I have to think about him, I have to think about . . . Stumuk: Maybe I oughta face it, after twelve years "The Bun" just isn
1997 by homonimous title Reedited in Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy on 2009] Angels go - we merely stray, image of a wandering deity, searching for wells or for work
blastout The wrong move, show improve you assed out Venom it, warn the niggas, treacherous Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck with us Yo the worst niggas, work
under competition Tryin' to come up and take the title from ya And that's why practice makes perfect Handstand, flips, freestyle then work it They do