By all accounts, accounts it's true. Not that it matters much, much to the blue. To the blue, to the blue. Heather Burns went, went to the field. To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal.
I heard of a place. That Time cant erase. Of beauty and grace. . Beulah!. . You scoff at my card. Guess Im no Abelard. I dont know just how far. is Beulah.
Mystery mail. It read: "I hope this finds you well". To no avail. You tipped the scale. Now I'll see you in Hell. . Sailing over this story's arc. A cardboard box that missed its mark.
Memorys stain appeared to you in the bath. Memorys stain, body laundered, Soul it hath. . I have a confession. in the form of a question:. How could you entertain.
The secretary. Said the prices vary. To cast in one's image. So I made the pilgrimage. . Meet me at the mannequin gallery. . She told me a story. About the model lady.
Mariah is aware. That most cabs won't go down there. Brimming with desire. Mariah. . Eager, burning tears. From thirty-thousand years. Welling up inside her.
Love thine enemy. Love thine enemy. But hate their lack of sincerity. Love thine enemy. . I found this quote in a book and I thought of you. So I walked me out like a moth in the morning dew.
In my twenty-seventh year. I set out to confront my fears. And found the role of a lifetime. You see, two plus seven is nine. And the ninth card in the Tarot.
On my way to you, old county. hoping nothing's changed. that your pain is never-ending. that is, it's still the same. county line.. County line, county line.
Waking up to the breath of the ore, in the sea of Black. If you cut a worm in two the other half will grow back. If Im alive or dead I dont really care as long as my Souls intact.
Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses!. Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!. The song ended and the onlookers did roar.
All I do is get drunk and high. I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck. They be like. . Man fuck you niggas. I rob you niggas. I kill you niggas.
I never thought the sun would shine my way. All I've known is empty promises and pain. I need a way out or some type of escape. So I take refuge in this place.
I jump up on a stage. And do my money dance. I throw some money up. And watch the money land. I fell in love when i touched my first hundred grams. I fell in love when i touched my first hundred bands.
god is in my left ear, devil on my right. they both want my attention, they call me every night,. i'm just looking for a safe place,. somewhere to retreeeeeeeeeeeeeat,.
Sometimes in the middle of the night. I watch you sleep in the pale moonlight. I hold my breath with all my might. Yea, you know I do. . Your pretty face on the pillow shines.
It's been many years now, since you passed away.. Somedays I stil wait for you to call.. Been through some hard times, mom, but we made it out alright..
Gotta be something down this highway,. Something familiar, someone I know,. I'm sick and tired of doing it my way,. I need something sacred, and somewhere slow..