Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making
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sacred Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making
Coastal Chronic track got Moka on it Independent with a different perspective Select effective next on exit The young and the restless fool fuel injected Swollen Members gunna make
conversations that raise bars You are a sage who is fueled by compassion comes to Nooks and crannies as balm for all scars You make the knees of my
Save me one time, wont you Take this blackened heart and make it whole I dont fear for what I am Is the fall of man Life breeds death and disease Empathy
re in a better place just 'cause the rent is higher Spent fuel on retirement now you don't know where the fire went Waste away, the future is charcoal Everything you make
them. Trying to understand them And what fuels them and their essence. I'm looking for some leverage. Catch up, trying to catch me. Curse-ed, depress-ed. Here to make
of life's forgiving flow Learn by mistakes through the fullness of time Will truth leave a scar in our father's bloodline All the years Fueled by fears
erosion. Now where I live there's a homeless man. He sits upon a crate Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make. Now if you
sopranos) Who you are, where you from (Let's play) And who the hell you be gettin' Nice and smooth, white knights, icy jewels So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
the conquest belts the soil we build loggers of the wild land - that never will recoil the terms are definite - in this exhausted engine scarred in the
crooked to me but I make it work my way the thoughts inside are painfully and cruel but they are a fuel so strong that it makes my life go wrong I seek
I try to write every line with perfection Scarred to constant remember the violence The wound you put me trough I never meant the pain to you Weak one
nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel
her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel
one there to keep my trust All these serpents in my head Make me see what I must Scarred heart and wounded mind My own blood now stains my hands Fueled
