to the grey of the streets We fight ourselves though the masses This city shall die with us For a better life, a better tomorrow (Thanks to D-Man
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pullin' a knife at a Gunfight I stick to my guns And to my artillery You are the boy who lacks Creativity But you still try hard to be A motherfuckin
Too Many Set Phrases Too Many Envier Too Many People That Don't Get It Ridiculous, The Way You Scratch The Surface Unbevievable, The Way You Search
I'm not Impressed You gained some cheap respect But now it's time to collapse Surprise! No, I'm not dead yet But I was calculating with wrong variables Clarity comes like a
has been a war for years Behind closed doors Not even a half-hearted try To pu weapons down It's raining lead And as always, the wrong ones die This is a
Again! Where Is The Justice? When I - Awaken, I Dream When I Sleep, I'm Alive Hiding The World Giving Me Warmth The Rising Sun Stings Me Like A Smoldering
from nothingness Thinking of nothing specific It is hard To imagine a Philosophy By someone Who might not even be able to think Entertainment from the
Back to the grey of the streets We fight ourselves though the masses This city shall die with us For a better life, a better tomorrow (Thanks to D-
I Set The Curse For My Redemption And I'll Never Be In League With The Devil...You...Bitch! On A Fast Track To A New Chapter Of My Life Glare Lights
Your mouth is full of shit and you "spread the word" like hell your message board tourette syndrome prooves that you are nothing, son! everything you