Ripped apart by disdain I can't seem to complain remove you find me on your front doorstep with a gun in hand Through this rejection the record spins
wrath's favorite children and we've let these monsters cut out our tongues to tell their dirty little secrets drop the virus this is my finest hour we
You only have one life to lose on all your false convictions take all your salted lies pour them on the wounded Look through jaded eyes my stare can
Numbers and patterns all become the end to me this is just the appropriate missile for me life looms on the horizon and the genius slips away demotivates
Formerly imprisoned in a circut oxygen oxygen can't force feed the wired mystic retaliate retaliate hungry scorched earth policies funeral march funeral
want from you is - your voice. ARIEL But without my voice, how can I- URSULA You'll have your looks, your pretty face. And don't underestimate the importance of bawdy language
you Bay Ridge Benzes I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony Gems is magnificent, diamonds is
light rock A shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so I'm Developing a language and I'm callin' it my
da body language We aint talking, let the bodies handle it Its da body language We aint talking, (sex me) [verse 1:] Its da body language We
pack of Spaniards screamed for more music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is the language
Aint Talkin Money We Speakin A Different Language The Hatin Niggas Gonna Be The Translators They Move To Slow When I Think To Quick Thats Why I Flash Like Gordon Im Light
ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
, my teenage lust for you is so pitiful With you I can only see my black light constellations And other shit, I don't think I have the language to say
on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, this is not
you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
sang As the perfect calendar says Each had the power of people Speaking new languages They gave forgiveness meaning New ways of letting go Each child is
the first (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Who was the first to show The moon at night Is never so far away We are the first to define the Languages
