I was told to toe a line. Instead I kissed the boys. And made them cry. But still you think its funny. I was late. Well god told me to wait. And in the end when hearts were handed out.
Little drops of living water. Lost and gone beneath the fodder. I lost a father. I lost a father. . If its for its own sake. We live and we die. I venture after nothing resides.
Ljubim te nije najbolje.. Na nebu strasno znamenje.. Ljubim te bolje ne moze.. Marsira tesko kamenje.. Ja stojim, gledam, ne shvatam.. I gubim koncentraciju..
Like watching the fame. Just float away. When they dive 6 feet oh my. Its like i'm living in vain. . And the women try your blood out. I can hear them feed.
Can I hold it down, have I been trying my best?. Eternal questions always asking, feeling distressed oh. I've been ticking more than time. A selfless man.
I'm a failure at heart. But it seems I succeed. When my heart feels the need. To be helpful. It doesn't happen much. And as a result. It's a rare thing.
There's a feast well prepared at the table. And a beast licking holes in your door. Make a break just as soon as you're able. To run, get out of this hole, before it takes your soul.
Life is turned upside down. But then maybe. It's just been put back. The right way round. . All your dreams realized. There's new fire in your eyes. In despite of its size you soon realize.
( Hair cover ). . We Starve-look at one another short of breath. Walking proudly in our winter coats. Wearing smells from laboartories. . Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy.
Life handed me lemons. I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it. By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify. Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow.
Don't stop. don't stop. . [Royce Da 5'9"]. Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK). we bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon. this is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering.
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams. We're all right where we should be. With my arms out wide I open my eyes. And now all I wanna see. Is a sky full of lighters.
Saturday night. Sun going down. And you man aint around. A north wind blowing cold. It chills you to the bone. And tonight you're getting stoned. Have a little drink, ease your mind.
A fallen angel wakes my sleep. I open my eyes she's all over me. She's so intoxicated. She bites her lip. Unfolds her wings. oh I can't get enough. Love burning me up.
Luther's windows are littered with nothin'. A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage. A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog. A shot glass collection from his truck driving days.
Somewhere the wind is whispering into somebody's ear. Somewhere someone is hearing just what they want to hear. Somewhere somebody's savior has finally appeared.
A letter of acceptance, from an old forgotten friend. A little piece of history, you thought you'd never see again. Like the broken Plymouth and the boat with the hole.
Once was a man who didn't do too well. He spent more than a little time down in his little hell. He had time to decide. Even if it was worth the ride.
There are nights when I'm in my bed. Fear, like a freight train, runnin' through my head. Watch a man in the county seat. Bring a gavel down and he looks like me.
badlees/like_a_rembrandt. >From the album "Diamonds in the Coal". written by: Alexander & Naydock. Message: The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of.