You're haunting the streets you're looking to feed But I won't be your carcass You can't add me to your pile of dead bodies I'm driving the nails through
Перевод: Bleeding Through. Боль Killer.
You're haunting the streets you're looking to feed But I won't be your carcass, you can't add me to your pile of dead bodies I'm driving the nails through
the eyes that stare, can’t count all the things they see, she kills with no life to spare, just victims are left to bleed, one drink and the pain
hurting so don't make it seem as if the only one bleeding is you cos' you got off easy in comparisation to the pain that you've put others through but
I think I might never rock the mic again 'Cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadin Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins Gotta kill these pains
All dressed up and bound and gagged up to a chair It's so unfair I won't dare to move For the pain she puts me through What I need So make it bleed
rocks fly from the back seat and busta ass niggas run like a track meet an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what) killer king is
a ride for niggas that ride for me Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me Bleed tears of love for my lost blood You can see the pain
teeth and fists Touch the hands Of inverted saints Follow my heart through The threaded pain Callow man is a Sentinel screaming I see the future The future is bleeding
chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ??¶ause gracefully we age through all the pain
when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through
rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through
feed her, hopin she's lose her seed Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed Out
mourning their father's death While world it keeps turning One more day of pain has passed While he lies in the sand on his back Lookin' through the
We are the queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain Living through
Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
day I get an unfair play then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin to believe what they heard through hear say Hopin I'
