Dit is het laatste uur. tussen nacht en nieuwe dag. straks is het hier weer licht. en een drukte van belang. maar nu is deze plek. nog van mij. en schepen gaan voorbij.
Verse 1:. I'm so smothered, there's no other.. It's too hard to find any laughter.. Can you hear me; you're so deceiving.. After I know you, I stop believing..
Previously on Ready to Die. Me and her sister had somethin' goin' on (Ayo, would you listen to me motherfucker?). I reach my peak, I can't speak. Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo c'mon nigga, cut that).
Iossa - Here I Am. (P. Sessa - A. Iossa). . Words are flowing late at night. Like water gently streams in a river. Time is changing things and colour's fading.
Verse 1:. In jail, drawing pictures of my girl back home.. I'm wasted on top of my two legged bed.. Hands tied around the bars.. Lying in pools of blood at noon..
Verse 1:. Children raised in Hell,. since their birth.. Neglected, no escape.. Prisoners of Earth.. . Pre:. They protect themselves with flames.. & push their hands into the water..
Verse 1:. Children rule in Hell before their deaths.. Neglected & forced to, to pull their sled.. Brave enough to live for, for what was right.. Never giving up without a fight..
Verse 1:. & now I see the light ahead. (with you). & now I see all but red. (from you). I walk the clouds, I walk the seas. (for you). Create the sky that carries me. (feel you).
Verse 1:. Mother, she has taught me well.. & as she told me when I was young.. "Son, your life's an open book.. Don't close it until it's done.". "Life is something to be cherished.".
Er is altijd wel iemand die meer aan je denkt. altijd wel iemand voor wie je de hele wereld bent.. Er is vast wel een man, vast wel een vrouw.. die beter luistert dan ik en die alles zou doen voor jou..
amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene.. whether she's crying or complaining,. and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost arousing..
(Instrumental). . And I'm scream it. As I call out your name. And were falling. The waiting drove you mad. Feel my heart beat out of time. And the lies will guide you home.
you're not important.. being unique is a concept!. yeah, it's you! who are investing way too much time,. over the uselessness of the self.. the guinea pig, nothing but another stupid loathful subject..
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise.. a defect, no one'll ever see it coming.. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance, orchestrated by the enemy..
and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen.. sweet innocence, it happened so suddenly.. she crossed my path on the way to nothingness,. I knew that was encountering an angel of purity.
all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.. I'm used to it now, I must reek of it.. the density of the air was tangible today, it was way too heavy for me..
shadows are finally freed to hover... the wintry landscape,. apart from their mated-masters,. they seem serene has they dance childishly.. has for my soul... it is floating over some greyish magenta,.
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface,. but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity.. now here's another story; logical Function:.
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened.. I remember her scent, intoxicating.. my communication with her was clearly enhance.. but her's was quickly fading, discontinued and frail..
Wave after wave rolls on. And the water falls and the line is drawn. Wave after wave rolls in. And the line is gone where my feet have been. . Wave after wave rolls on.