Beauty comes to haunt you, to stop you A warning from yourself Stress will find the real you, complete you Foreshadows at its best Something for nothing
under one roof, where do you draw the line when you don't even have a pen. what happens when you have an answer for everything, how many fingers,
with your barrel packed One-nineteen they blamed it on some Arab cat I meditated, and left two towers flat With the whole section eight Egyptian power
