find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's me, my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact, pressure and precious, the difference
driving and the way that they dress If there's someone who loves you, you're richer by far You don't know how lucky you are Society's pages she never
within fire. Closed my page, as hatred reigned higher. I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood, was i the one who's life is most precious to
hands I now hold your Grand Grimoire, the source of your once great might and arcane lore Pre Chorus How many times have I not cursed these pages? It
Well, there's wine on the page And my heart's enraged And I must call the cops on myself And my bony hands Probe the bed for your body But I'm left once
to create And we fill up the pages Take it down in a day Take it down in a day Fifteen years of precious time behind us Seven years before our child
dipping and Camp Crystal Lake. I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid, like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses. Put on a page, could shatter
Religious zealots, self-proclaimed crusaders God's bigoted soldiers are nothing more than women-haters Their beliefs and ideals are taken from the pages
around Break away Just when it seems so clear That it's over now Drink your big black cow And get out of here Saw pages turn around Saw pages turn around Saw pages
stones In your own road movie, with your one armed man Gonna make it to the problem page, trouble-shoot your life Gonna make it to the problem page,
Precious little in your life Is yours by right And won without a fight Precious little in your life Is yours by right And won without a fight Oh, precious
Where the sea breeze Sways the palm trees Paradise awaits and so does she Reliving love That was like a romance From a page in history It was the last
back, there is no turning-point It's like a curse spoken... on you The end so near Your diary's last pages filled with blood-red ink Telling your last
I threw away the pictures of those better days in Dallas But I can't throw away these pictures in my mind, no, no She's a page of precious memories, I
pages, between all the lines So much that you can find But there's too many empty lives my friend And we just can't let them waste away For this life is a precious
[Bugz] Gimme some hash And when I trip nigga gimme ya mask Then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash That precious thing you call a life ill
better days. Yesterday's promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. The calendar has been stripped of all its pages. My watch
If I ever write this letter Oh the pages I could write But I don't know where to send it, you have vanished Heaven knows where you live Heaven only knows