Come to me, kill for me, worship me Follow everything I do, act it out before me I'm the one they told you, would come again Let me show you all the signs
I thought you'd told me the truth But when you opened your mouth out came a family of lies The book we already read Could never help us from your conglomeration
Amazing grace, How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. T'was grace that taught
Bleed, you are bleeding to death But from the outside, you look so good And inside, you've rotted away And you won't know until that day When we have
I don't want to be a part of the same mistake I'll stick around, hold the ground you surround As my bones will break I don't want to touch any living
I got a gun in my hand and I feel like a man I'm the pope of my generation I got to push myself over your goddamn walls I don't listen to your condemnation
I'm trapped inside the world you sell A product in your plastic, perfect Hell Compressed beside your head Just wishing I was dead Break my mind-
I can't see myself too clearly, the clouds are rolling in I can't hear the noise around me but I know the sound of sins Where will I be when the world
I wish I was free now You drive me into a place Where I barely can hide from you Moments at a time You know I never sleep To keep myself away from you
She waits- patiently. Holding- time for me. Tells me- about herself. She writes- everything. Up and down for me. Keeps it- inside herself. As the
Dixie Bomb- My phillie she's a real live dixie bomb, Wish i was her cousin i could get me some, She comes from the holler boy tell you what, Her pussy
I never give what I could take I always steal what I could make I always cross the thin blue line Just look me up, I've done my time I see the world
If you'd listen to what I have to say to you You would never be the same again You're like porcelain, close your eyes, feel inside You wonder why I brought
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I've fallen in far too deep There's no fear of losing sleep I'll never feel peace again in life There's no turning back this time It's too late to change
Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by
Sifting through the ashes of my life I thought I found the one that I could always trust Slowly I began to learn that I can never judge The things that
