Acoustic songs make everyone sad these days All about broken hearts and love fading away Well we've got one here so we can cheer you up About the people
Pray, today forgotten. When tomorrow is newly born, There will be no thoughts reminding you of this. The accepting of ones desires. Forcibly fed through
This impossible reasoning with a serpent tongue Intelligence never seemed so bland A cursed heart, a saddened side effect Of this dazzling treachery
Reflecting the hue of a waning moons glow A solace in this city, hiding nothing within its silence Viruses invade the cracks and crevices Of this civilization
Corrupted you lay, in the ashes of your creation Bleeding internally you sought to heal our kingdom Oblivious to your ways Blinded unable to see your
A land which is split by its errors, Upon which sit the feet of a man, Looking for the answers by losing himself A finger trailing lightly from hand
I believe... That your quintessence was conceived In a ceremonial spawning of desires Met at the junction of decay and empty promises met. Your utterance
From far up here to down below, Two martyrs' in this confront From cusp to culiarity our iris do collide Do you see yourself reflected in the blackest
Upon the torpid pile, the inert now arise An army ineffectual, sprightly in the skies Upwards... Onwards From corpse to the cloud to claim their accolade
heart's got a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp And painful that I may never shake You might think that I'm taking it hard Since you broke me
and his kids That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs Or went and got a dirt with the worms With the result
, you be in a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold Need results from
Wait, he's convulsing, he's convulsing We're gonna have to shock him Oh my, oh my God We're gonna have to shock him Oh my God These are the results of
Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up Play the back of dis here scenery You clowns'll get broke
be the best I'll never be less than the best Physically Christ, you guessed 'cause never it's like Equivalent to forever twice The exception to the word perfection I'll never be broke
time is money so I put some money on my time Lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine We on that leather (?) before its never even thought of I broke
My time is money so I put some money on my time Lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine We on that leather (?) before its never even thought of I broke
you might starve tryin' to carve you a slice With a little brown rice and some black eye peas Or 2 black eyes and 2 broke knees And 2 broke niggas tryin
