The air you breathe. You suck the life out of me. Your mouth moves like. Somethin' shakin' loose. . God knows these insults. Don't even phase you now.
Confront the daily setbacks. All the lows and highs. With anesthetic means i'm. Fit to socialize. Driving nowhere fast. Accelerate to pass. Now I've got time to kill at last.
Consolation don`t account for it. Healing helpless want to look. Like this. Bet distraction whips it out of you. Pay to see it suck you down. There too.
The elevation. Keeps my feet from getting wet. If my head feels light. It must be that the air is thin. . I throw my arms up. I don't have very far to fall.
You're everything you want to be. Accomplished, gracious and great company. It makes perfect sense, you're never hated. But then, appearances are overrated.
Hey Janet. . Yes Brad?. . I've got something to say.. I really loved the skilful way. You beat the other girls to the bride's bouquet!. . The river was deep but I swam it, Janet.
Started searching a long long time ago. Now the map in Owl Cave is drawn. The conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter. A point in time, to arrive. . Trapped inside a maze, a crooked floor pattern on it.
Far in the distance. This is the view from the other side. How did I let this pass me by?. You took me from granted,. Blended thorns in this garden of mine.
You know what's makin' me mad?. Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack. Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked. 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs.
(Dub C). The shadiest, craziest, motherfucka. you niggas will ever know. (Dub C). The nigga that do it for ??????. while you niggas do it for hoes. (Dub C).
[Chorus: P. Dot]. When them guns goes off, we be ready for war. When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor. When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar.
I have just closed my eyes again. Climbed aboard the dream weaver train. Driver take away my worries of today. And leave tomorrow behind. . Dream weaver.
Push me back down. Into the rotting earth. Too many years. To find what life is worth. Do it now pray. For me I taste the dirt. Pray for me do it now.
You're December's spawn. Agony you hold within you. Since the dawn of time. You're compelled to do what you do. Broken skin so dry. Burning lungs, I breathe so slowly.
I stayed up all night. Waiting for you to call. But something ain't right. Night after night. . I get lonely. It's been awhile. Since I've seen that look in your eyes.
Brad Majors. Hey, Janet. . Janet Weiss. Yes, Brad?. . Brad Majors. I've got something to say. . Janet Weiss. Uh huh?. . Brad Majors. I really love the...skillful way.
I remember way back, back in the day. When people used to roll up masquerades. Crazy Moschino with a pastel base, paid more to gambalino on an accolade.
You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you.. And in the streets you walk.. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true..
Lights out on division street. And all the hate that rises. Through the cracks in the pavement,. As the temperature falls.. (this is where is hits the ground).
The angels sing of someone coming down. To wake us from a sleep that's broken. Deeply won't shut up again. Must be some sort of sign for us. That things are going to change.