That train doesn't come here anymore. And I won't hear her footsteps coming through the door. I had so many chances but I threw them all away. And that train won't be coming here today.
Hoist your body into the laboratory. Drawing lightning from the skies. I've got a hundred different parts. From a hundred different guys. . And you'll live.
I've sunk in much too deep. The dyin' here's too cheap. I don't think I can make it through the day. Others they walk past. They're walkin' much too fast.
It was Friday night there was nothing to do. So I was chillin' with an ice cold brew. Then I saw her she was pretty as a picture. She came in you could hardly miss her.
Put your make up on. Get your nails done. Curl your hair. Run the extra mile. Keep it slim. So they like you. Do they like you?. . Get your sexy on. Don't be shy, girl.
Tainted food ain't it great. There it sits upon the plate. Insect fragments everywhere. And a piece of someone's hair. . This is what they call a stew.
THE WORST IS YET TO COME. They say they want to help usBut all they do is tempt usThey say they have consciousBut all they do is promise. My friend you're not the only oneWho thinks the worst is yet to comeThey say they know and feel your painAnd we have their permission to complain.
THE WAY IT HAS TURNED OUT. Mistakes, chances i never tookAre creeping up to me right nowThen i wish i could go back in timeAnd rearrange things somehow.
It's getting late, while are you still here, girl. Have you made up your mind, you wanna make love tonight. I want you to hold me, I want to be for real, girl.
Youll never take me. Youll never break me. Youll never take me, take me. War. . No friendship left to tie or bind. The black clouds over summer skies.
There's a ghost in my house. The ghost of your memories. The ghost of the love you took from me. . Where our love used to be. Only shadows from the past I see.
Blue BMX wheels. Through those Georgia fields. . Just a boy with daily joy reborn. . Explorin' old dirt roads. . 'Til I began to slow. . When I happened 'pon a patch of thorns.
Sleepy little world on the edge of dawn. It's time to get your game face on. Get off your devices and shake your vices. 'Cause now you know it won't be long.
You think I don't see. The person that you strive to be. You think I don't know. The strides you've made the way you've grown. . Little faces shine. To be with mama share her time.
I've seen that look in your eyes before. That nervous glance all around. I understand when you hit the floor. It seems no hope's to be found. I'm here to tell ya Jesus lives.
The cities were your price. For worship from the Christ. Who flat out turned you down. Youll never wear that crown. . Justice is not far you wretched worm.
Bitches call my phone, I don't pick it up. Its too early in the morn to let em hit me up. Me and my niggas hit the club, get em up. 3 bad Yellabone bitches finna pick em up.
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel. At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal. Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon's bite.
Raging vultures approaching the clearing. Forbidden from cultures and ground. Striking to kill with power and glory. It's pain within pleasure they've found.
The Sons of Mayhem waiting. Time to start the fire. Volume overwhelming. Can't go any higher. Like a thunderhead above you. The storm is on it's way. With RAZOR 's edge we maim you.