and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder, Which of us do you love. So I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe now... Bleed, I bleed, And
but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own... here we go My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried
stayed, I hoped and prayed. That these nauseating thoughts weren't true. Before we met, I wouldn't bet, I would give up nihilism for you! Nothing ever made sense
Walking brainless muppet dolls Mushroom face beneath the tangles Bleeding silhouette inside Dancing like an angel would And it's all good if you would Stop the world from making sense
with da sharks, Shorty on da water water, And I be ma 840 mama, Shake sumfin fo' me, And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money, Ima take dat
Understand? Doin this for my family Ha ha, check it out y'all Yo I'm tryin to make a dollar out of what makes sense Add it up, told my daddy I'd be
sense at all So I'm flying away, away Driving away, away Passing old friends I don't miss at all It doesn't hurt,.. when I bleed But memories they
me the less I do the more it makes no sense I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction thin blood I'm bleeding
'm all choked up and your ok I'm falling to pieces I'm falling to pieces They say bad things happen for a reason But not wise words gonna stop the bleeding
I've had enough of this you're all the same to me I want to be alone eat me alive with your sickness Hypocrisy, cold the blood that courses though me
This is far that I come in We'll dig her, dig out the flesh Confusion has replaced amusement More worthless wonders of the world To confuse our libido
Vomit on a wino's whiskers, the savage nomad shits himself standing up.
I do it and I feel real sad, real bad Then I rise, cleansed
they lost all sense of Trace me and draw up, color me lost and found Tear me down, lift me up You make me feel so god damn colder than your bleeding
dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian Gs One slip you bleed Now
Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence Maintenance is heaven sent (sense
there Long ago I was a woman in pain A woman in need, I ran to you Long ago I did not understand You were making me bleed, I ran to you When I feel
at me I got scared and asked "What's wrong, what are you doing boy, are you mad?" But no answer at all, he just came closer and closer No sense at