Denied Pleading For A Proverb To Cure This Cancerous Mind I'll Break Away And Learn To Fly To Pilot Wounded Through The Night Cant Feel A Thing, Don
Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in
dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and
heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
They call him the Karate King Like a bird on a wing Standing posing at the window At the door in his vest His white and muscled flexing at all the
the world underneath our feet inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam to stop the noises from bleeding in we like our music loud and different
heart Bleeding from the surgery Of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels On trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye And say goodbye
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle
I got [paper], All I got [paper], A beating heart [My beating heart] [Jones] That?s right all we got is are Beating heart and are heart Don?t bleed
rode a colonial pig Drink and frame, this pain I think I'm melting silver poles my dear You bleed your wings and then disappear The moving scenes and pilot
a thing One child closed his eyes and disappeared But at night I still can hear him whispering, whispering, whisper Right there in the earth, I've been drawing a
gettin' cream From outlaw to emcee's Make it happen do your thing, understand And know that I love you Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and
spit shit, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch
walk with the world underneath our feet inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam to stop the noises from bleeding in we like our music loud and
My heart is pounding The city is sleeping I watch the world go by through the window I hold on to your photograph And count the times we've said goodbye And