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Zero Hour The Passion Of Words

I'll give you hell The passion of words and the fate of your actions and You're falling, you're falling You're bringing me down Your words and your actions

heaven I'll give you hell The passion of words and the fate of your actions and You're falling, you're falling You're bringing me down Your words and

to kill me. I can't be held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame. serious trouble will pass

passes by feigns disgrace and dares to try Offering a word gets blank surprise Offering herself he complies He lifts her up she withers in his hands No words

second flash visual Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split rediculous Fathom the splicing of first generation Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!) I paste the game to zero hour

bitch! [Photographer] Why you bothering, Sal? This one's all wrapped up. I hear it's a new city record. From killing to confession in an hour for that

Then love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray Red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But I don't hear words cos

d rather embarrass me But I need a volunteer, do I have any? The NASA contractor with a satchel of answers I passed up the Nobel Peace Prize for my passion

And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness