Lost your track of time chasing ashes of yourself no one sees the pain It is locked behind that stone cold mask that you wear so just take it off Leave
: Lost your track of time chasing ashes of yourself no one sees the pain It is locked behind that stone cold mask that you wear so just take it off
The death is a parting, farewell. The end and a birth new All is born and dies No one belies Underlies We have separated a life from death, And have
[Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap
With sea winds in his face Tempest-tossed island Seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted And a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one
Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence Part II: Home The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One
the music I write Everything a wish for the night "If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without
done. When we're all here. Save one. Save one. And I assumed you'd always be there. Now the moment that you've fell. And tomorrow bids farewell (farewell
minds To live without the ties that bind Each to each, no surrender Out of reach Where not one tender sound was heard Not a cry or a whisper No farewell
romantic yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made
No one is stricter about it being status for scripture No put on your gut is goin', you're wearin' what don't fit ya You better run little one, 'cause
live, no one man can stop me Can I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, it's enough base for all of us Can I live, without the names they calling
give you my all and you still take from me. [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9":] Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique I know that without the fans
When I reach the place I'm goin' I will surely know my way And I will turn and look inside me And bid farewell to one more day Every light begins with
stopped waving He composed this tune When the toast is burned And all the milk has turned And Captain Crunch is waving farewell When the big one finds
most forcefully But the bottles are done, we've killed each one And the tables are full and overflowed And the corner sign says, "It's closing time" So I'll bid farewell
