been dead all my life and now I know I will never live again Empty streets follow my way on the road This dead end that leads to nowhere I have been dead
for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn Carrion is my delight Putrid reek i enjoy Devourer of the dead Devourer of the dead
arcane and cold Caressed by the icy touch of melancholy Like the sweetest of poison it permeates me No more love, no more life I remain cold and dead
me the ocean which swallows all that floats It's time to prevail your conspiracy It's a whisper of a dead man I've heard it before It's yearning my
bitch, with a hooker’s body Cause it ain’t nuttin but a trap And females’ll get jacked and kidnapped You’ll wind up dead Just to be safe don’t wear no
're the only one that I'm thinking of. You'll never know how hard I tried to find my space and satisfy you too. Things will be better when I'm dead
and sin Ten years ago on this day, my heart was yearning I promised I would never ever be returning Where my baby broke my heart and left me yearning
the pits of his heart The lock of grey hair that she gave to him Stayed clutched in his fist through the night Dead or alive, she still yearned for him
We looked to one another, the children shut their mouths The whirling and the turning of destruction filled our house The blood-thirsty yearning clamored
now be profoundly spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
procession of humanity, strikingly simian Saunters by, I can't explain Why it's troubling to see them so Oh, better than who we are with mania And yearning
Look hey, we gotta make some hit records or something, you know what I'm saying? Cause I'm tired of being broke Verse 1: Cause all I do is yearn
dub to your face baby till ya say my name don't get your clique served so much Black and Yellow you would think I'm from Pittsburg Intern, get yearn [
die Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye You done took mine, I'ma take yearn This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn S.K. trigga clicker
know it But it's something else to you, like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning
Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang Sent a lot of
er I saw Has withered to a stalk A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart The flower will never return And since I've lost my own true love What can I do but yearn
