Ripped, ripped apart. torn, torn to shreds. Reformation is terror. Re-arrange the exterior. . Exuviae the body. When will we begin. Searching for the unholy cure.
Money from the genius mind. Who help create the master plan. Rulers underground beneath the surface. Slowly wakening. . Futuristic weapons just created.
Days are lost to time. It seems the more I look for them. The less I want to find. . Your voice will not be heard. Your words won't be discerned. There's no purpose to pursue.
The sun is out the sky is blue there's not a cloud to spoil the view. But it's raining, raining in my heart. The weatherman says clear today he doesn't know you've gone away.
Seems like the other day my baby went away he went away cross the sea. It's been two years or so since I saw my baby go and then this letter came for me.
Seems like the other day my baby went away he went away cross the sea. It's been two years or so since I saw my baby go and then this letter came for me.
Everybody was so pretty there. And up and jumping around. And easy, it's easy to sleep. With idiots and prophets. . Leaves me wondering, ruby or iridescent cough drop.
Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk.. Got rock candy brains and that head of yours, full of holes. Terry cloth's about the only comfort I'm allowed.
You get up and howl about America and democracy. There is no America, there is no democracy. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies. The world is a college of corporations.
People are running, where are they going. People are running, where are they going?. People are running, where are they going. People are running, where are they going?.
Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders.. Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players?. This ain't 1997 nigga.. . I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable..
Reality's a plane we just not on it. And I know life's a bitch but we gon' ride it. A fairytale's a rocket I'm gon' fly it. And though we rock the boat, we don't capsize it.
Woke up with some Maybelline on my shoulder. This gal sleeping next to me, I don't know her. . This always seems to happen when I try to relive memories,.
Ah-ah. Ah-ah. . Riding in the back seat. Rolling through the neighborhood. Brought up in the back streets. Wouldn't change if he could. It's bad in the factory.
Tenho pressa, eu vou correr. Sempre h muito o que fazer. Nem parece o mesmo lugar. Minha adorvel gaiola dourada. . E se for. Ouh Ouh. Se for. . Agradeo pela rao.