For decades I have waited for your response Cause deep inside I felt that we had bonded long ago Now a lifetime has passed before my eyes But I've seen
papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa I got my
my car Baby, would you die for me, when I can't see give a eye for me Lay to the side and cry for me, when I'm in my grave say bye for me 'Cuz I might
interstate In the middle of this sultry state I can't wait to see your face In Birmingham I don't think it was worth it The last thing Stanley said to
friend I can feel the shadows everywhere I'm alive I left the shadows far behind me Another one is waiting in the dark Outside they say death is waiting
here to preserve the remainder Of what chance we have left at an existence Oh, the desolate dirt, the raw, scorched earth It's a trophy of your worth
just follow someone else's life And all my bookcases groan none of the words are my own I just follow someone else's life cm And all the knowledge I crave is waiting there in my grave
, The cape as red as blood, The hair as yellow as corn- [CINDERELLA] I know! I'll visit Mother's grave, The grave at the hazel tree, And tell her I just
hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting
For none but them the overthrown Deep in the shadows the prism is thine And death lying waiting within horned god sign The graves lying silently seeping their worth
God decide who's goin' Now sit back and watch the story unfold Of the fair Juliet and her Romeo Two young lovers with one heartbeat In their devoted grave
can finally say goodbye Wondering what'll become of us When we are all old and gray And this time that we've spent together Was well worth our wait Think
you suggest Seems to be no shortage of the excess Submerged in an amber grave That's not how you'll calculate your worth Don't consider it a waste Cannot
from crawling To make peace for insult of the grave Mercy for the dying May all be damned to follow this same fate No life is worth supreme sacrifice
a time I'm kept Busy with shivers and cold shakes Sitting on snow banks Waiting to be delivered some soulmates Or wait Lift and tuck my fate for
the dreams of those who stole your breath Ask them how they possibly can sleep at night Send them my regards, that I'll be waiting Here in front of your grave, I'll be waiting
we, your history would indicate The past of some half-caste runs through your veins Your crudeness thus explains, Rosa: Something sends a chill like feet upon my grave
