Perpetual Cycle

Parade Of The Lifeless

Page By Page

Paul Henry

Counting hours in a place that doesnt have a name. There were thousands who were laid to waste. But no one who could take his place. . The Ohio River bank was soft beneath her weight.

Prelude Of The Unhonoured Funeral

Pages In Blood

Words written in blood. And the book was bound in flesh. Rites from a distant mind. And the source was unrevealed. Pages in blood. Defiled words of truth and life.

Pale Light

A pale light enters my room. A skinny wrist. A clammy hand on white sheets. Side with fear. I can't move. I'm in agony. . Only my eyes lived. And showed the sadness of a loss.

Pack Flip By A-slim

Im going hard in this rap shit,. Before that was going hard with the pack flip,. Before that was going hard getting baskets,. These rappers not in my bracket cant match this,.

Parallel Worlds / Vortex / Du00e9yu00e0

Pieces Of You

Staring at the white on my walls and I know, that your gone this time and I, can't bring myself, up to believe, that you're really leaving me, how will I live, what will I do, these are the things I think about, because you left me here all by myself..

Pknb

Pagal ki na bole?. Chagal ki na khai?. Kuch bolo ke ni?. . Is there nothing that a madman wont say?. Is there nothing that a goat wont eat?. Common sense.

Perfect For Me

Prodigal Son

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide away. From all that I'd done. And all that I just never had the courage to say. Those innocent eyes. They work on my friends, they never fooled you.

Pretty Pink Rose

Its pulling me in, there's no way to win. No easy way out. The battle is on, and I'm just a pawn. With only shadows of doubt. I'm darkening day, I'm so far away.

Perfect Now

Hey you, Miss, wearing the crown. Run me around, dragging me down. Hey you, Miss, head of the class. Never come last, pain in the ass. . Look who's perfect now, got my head in the clouds.

Played (remix)

Ashley Roberts:. Why you talking all that talk. Who you trying to impress. Think you better check your style. That might have worked before. but I ain't having it.

Played

Why you talking all that talk. Who you trying to impress. Think you better check your style. That might have worked before. but I ain't having it. Show me that you got the touch.

Pieces Of Me

On a Monday, I am waiting. Tuesday, I am fading. And by Wednesday I can't sleep. . Then the phone rings, I hear you. And the darkness is a clear view.

Perfect Stranglers

Once near, now remote.. Not just far, remote.. Saw you downtown, remote.. Eyes shifting, around and around.. Remote.. I'm sure it's cold inside your room..

Puta Con Pito (whore With Dick)

fifteen years in the jail. . fucking gays with cock. scape, now i'm free. as hard, must serve. . a pretty mouth around. My hot cock, letting taste. . drinking in the bars.