Sit and wait and count my hate. I'll be adding up for days. . Feelings come and go, I will let you know x2. 1 and 1 is never fun. Pull the thread and I come undone.
So I will run away from all I can see in front of me. I will lay and talk of my hopes and dreams. to make it seem that a light can shine. and brighten up the darkest things.
I remember all my life. Raining down as cold as ice. Shadows of a man, a face through a window. Cryin' in the night, the night goes into mornin'. . Just another day.
A man invades a sacred temple in the desert. And makes off with the Pharoah's holiest of treasures.. It brings him wealth and fame. And credits to his name..
You might not remember me.. I suppose I'd only be. Another notch in your belt.. I think it's safe to say. I'm thinking in new ways. And feeling things I've never felt..
Your search for truth was all in vain. A rude cerebral hurricane. All you know is all you knew. Has been turned around upside down. . Experimenting with your mind.
I have spent many nights. Staring at the sky,. Searching for a sign of something more.. Teased by flashing satellites. Trying to trick my eyes.. They pale beside what I am waiting for..
Once again they scrape your carcass off the floor. From where it fell,. And throw your sad ass out the door.. It's not the first time,. But it just may be the worst time..
[Intro: Benzino]. Un, un. Can't hang wit dis. Yo, can't hang wit dis. Can't hang wit dis, bitch-ass niggas. . [Chorus: Benzino]. Stop what your doin and slang ta dis.
What happened to the plan?. I'm confused. I just don't understand.. Promises, that I heard,. Of great things, were only so many words.. Only words.. I wanted so much more..
Just wanted to hear you,. Through dying lips.. Just wanted to point out,. You're full of shit.. Getting back all I wasted,. On such dishonest hearts..
I have heard dandelions. Roaring out in my backyard. A direct approach is dangerous. Until you're sure they've dropped their guard. . You'd be better off to wait.
When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice.. When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground.. Seems indestructible and intimidating.. When he's in deep thought.
Two packs, and a bottle of jack.. Neurotic, gotta wash it all back.. Stand em up, knock em down.. Feel each cruel, dont make a sound.. March in the angels for a graceless fall..
Hello, it's me...the absentee.. It's been so long. Have you forgotten me?. Two busy lives and countless miles. Have that tendency on memory.. Oh, it's been such a long time..
Got holes in my fucking hands,. Cause I can't fucking sleep.. All those holes in my fucking hands,. Lead me to believe.. That I waited, and I waited,.
I never wanted anything. I could just as soon do without.. But then again, I've never had. So many things I cared about,. And simply couldn't do without.
Empty, self taught lies.. Since childhood we crash and we die.. Felt so low this time around.. Don't know how the fuck to get it up.. Get my feet on the tround..
Day by day you serve your time.. Mask your face, get back in line.. Suffer the debt pockets down to the threat.. So hopeless, can't even pay the rent..