is four years in the books and all your time it took and you end up with nothing but this i can't believe you now all that time wasted you thought you
I broke down on a Japanese street Words unsaid they scar so deep Bullshit, Palanuik both make me choke Too much JD too much coke She says speed up
Talk About Saving, The Souls Of The Faithful, You Can't Help Thinking, You've Got Blood On Your Hands. From A Cross Of Thorns. Tongues Of Fire Always Talking, Wasted
not a soul sleeps Another heart skips a beat It's every note that you wrote and I hope that you choke on the lines You're wasting my time, another heart
piggy, you're a bad man What a fucking sad way to go Your mother raised you as a joke I should have wiped away a burden Use the curtain in the kitchen to choke
You tell yourself that you're not the same As you stand in line, your time will all be wasted Scum-littered earth, blind lead the dead Blood-thirsty zombies
for every time I'd own the bank Thought that I was the exception I could rewrite your addiction You could've been the greatest But you'd rather get wasted
the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're
Shards of broken dreams, cutting me apart Thinking of before this path was chosen A time of great promise, thatA's now been wasted There is no turning back as regret chokes
to reality Victim of circumstance Given up my last chance Feels like I'm wasting time Monotony fills up life Lacking in motivation Choking on blank
smoked a blunt, relieve the mind The world could be a better place If everybody took a break And we all just got wasted float out (Out, out out) Smoked out, choked
to myself what if his posse comes to get me I know if I will die I gotta take some niggas with me Put my hands around his neck began to choke him Grabbed
debt to the status quo The scars on my hands And the means to an end Is all that I have to show I swallowed my pride And I choked on my faith I've
Let me kiss the ceiling, it?s just a notion for you More than a feeling, that sweet devotion for you It?s in the black sick and the choking on the blood
can't go one more day without your love, I'm giving up Got all my niggas sayin', I'm a punk, and I don't wanna Feel like I'm chasing, wasting time on
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator Seekin' to find
