Wed rip the seams of hearts wed lead, a classic lie or promise ring. Together we could count the ways how broken hearts collect each May. Its not unlike
Staring at the sun No rays down on me I call you in my arms Embrace is unreal You're moving on We'll never be a part Of all my tears I cry aloud Calling
The devil only knows of this place world so dark And oh so cold its oh so cold oh so cold oh so... Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost
Wie etwas, an das man sich nicht erinnern kann Aber doch niemals vergisst -Ein toter Punkt in deinem Kopf- Immer, wenn du hinschaust schon verschwunden
Staring at the sun no rays down on me I call you in my arms embrace is unreal. Your moving on we'l never be apart just drain my tears I cry aloud. You
question Time to breathe a moment's grace For the hunter and the hunted Taking time to break the pace Are you hopeful? Are you haunted? By the ghosts
of the ugly clown Who'll hunt you down but you can't hide Exterminate the future Kill the ghost that hides in your soul Kill the ghost that hides in
afternoon In the dawn, ah, book of songs So, I'm wondering off through the wilderness Somewhere in the valley of the shadow of death Want to hunt me
think the shit is over, I'm standin' right behind ya You crossed the wrong muthafucka, now you paranoid 'Cause I'm a nigga these niggas just can't destroy I'm on the hunt
Singing for your questions but you've stolen all of my answers Too much entertainment drove my knights out of their corner Tell me that you've seen a ghost
see Headlights in your rear view mirror A panther's eyes as he preys on fear You hunt for love, you electioneer You ran with the dead today Through the cemeteries where ghosts
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and fears to smother Then off to reave the corn, leave where I was born With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
seconds out the game its time to wage war scissors, grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic lyricists are driving on the hunt
devil only knows of this world So dark and oh so cold, it's all so cold, all so cold, oh Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart
bad chicks, I ain't your average hero Movie premieres, catch me with the zam enginero Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist Face of a ghost, mind
they on a mission they always on the hunt for somethin they always missin THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS every city every town they always on the hunt for
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts? What's the matter? What's the matter? Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts What's the matter
