Fast lane, sane, insane this world is running. And I'm walking with a cane. Seek, seek you can be unique. But whatever you do don't let your inside out.
Mouthful of cavities. Your soul's a bowl of jokes. And everyday you remind me. How I'm desperately in need. . See, I got a lot of fiends around. And they're peaking through nothing new.
The skies have darkened. and the seas have dried.. Your honest ways have turned to lies.. Your hands of promise. turned to hands of pain.. You take for granted the life that God create.
Ive got peace on my mind with a pistol full of insistence. Enough blood to fill an egg. But does it make a difference. Tolerance was the sermon, no matter how dubious.
March of clowns. Wearing crowns. Parade of dumbs. Beating drums. . March of clowns. Street shutdowns. Noise and dirt. Do be alert!. . March of clowns.
(M. Biedermann / I. Marshall). . Inspired by insanity. No cure for the mind's disease. No drug to ease the pain. No undoing what's been done. . No loss is a gain.
My friend. . Put your head on my shoulder. No need to worry 'bout a thing, no. I'll be the cure for your loneliness. I'll make you feel like you're whole again, yes, I will.
We came to rock your town. To show you what it's like to get down. So turn up, step up, move your body right, show us how it's done. Before we ride into the night.
Welcome to Mic Skillz 2. Blessed By a Broken Heart 2007 baby!. Put the lights down now!. Representing Kansas City, Montreal, New York City!. Let's do this!.
yo, check check. check one. i aint got no snare on my headphones. listen up. listen up!. my vocals are a riffle. suffocating you. you cant attack me. and i got a tattoo.
War, war for power. Shut up. . You stared at the broken mirror. Your heart's collecting dust. Secure that the sins are forgiven. Forgotten but still left with us.
This scalpel makes a map across my back.. Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips.. There's no saving us tonight.. Our pulse will flutter like a dial tone..
The sky blistered red, shot's ring overhead. I'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams. The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated.
we fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix.. where they left the light on for us tonight.. fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to the cure..
We fall asleep on the runway. Underneath the neon crucifix. Where they left the light on for us tonight. Fed myself to the sickness, purge myself to the cure.
Did you really think. That we could make it make sense. Did you really think. We could let it happen all over again. . This is what you got. When you tried the first time.
(Chorus 2x). No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast. No money, weed, no cash. It's time to get in that ass. Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie.
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8. . Darkness, (black!) buried underground. 3 slugs in my chest, never been found. I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse.
[REEPA]. this is just one of those stories about. when u just see that girl that u want. so u just walk up 2 her and. u just gotta tell her. that shes made for u.
Marie Marie. Playing guitar on the back porch. I sit in my car. While she sings so sad. Marie Marie. It's so lonely in these farmlands. Please come with me.