these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades
: these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades
fault If you believe it You'll get all you want Yeah You can't get enough Don't Don't Die of a broken heart I feel your pulse Beating blue And I
and spilt. I'm gettin you back bully! Now once and for good." I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it
you can beat me with any spatula that you want i mean i really want you bad ya cunt nick you had your fun i come to kick you in your sack of junk man
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and
the fatted calf And in the wind if you listen hard you'll hear me laugh I'm the street you walk, the language you talk I am the city The skyline
reality Me: But I don't know what to feel Reason: Then I will guide you through this haze Me: But who are you, why are you here? Reason: I am you and you
we have to fight until the end is here [roman] hear what I say: I am doomed, I have to pay, I can't go on [knight] go on and persevere for we have to
I chose and I've seen what I need, And that is enough, to want more would be greed. I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be I've seen it all - there
school Will not stop crying And I know that you're busy too I know that you care You got your finger on the pulse You got your eyes everywhere And it
and your goals And I’m sure your stories always will unfold I try to get you up But you go down And you are not okay I wanna carry you But you won’t
thing on your mind! Increasing pulse for what goes on inside! Will you pay for what you've done?! Hatred! Payback's such a bitch, and vengeance haunts you
My pulse is racing; I can hear my heart beat! Is this the last time you get to be mine!? I lack the will to carry on! on and on! [X2] No more I care
fo rilla, 1, 2 and then I got with some niggas always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack
direction towards you... You called my name and I knew that was you in the corner With the cognac eyes and a body that seduced me and I said...) Chorus
Check my pulse as I swallow dirt I'm cutting myself with my own morals I never meant to write about you (I never meant to write about you) The one
