to live your life So differently I'm swallowing You smother me, you're hidden Life, it bother me, A broken piece falls off of me. Your, hidden faces
Through the weathering vine I will see you coming The feral now feeds you Instinct is pure All reactions are sane Eyes on the mountain Hidden faces Spirit faces
You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention I'm not one to
celestial articles from neutral stations From the game participants and by far most lineal family Break strike, pattern stripe, break to face When you get so quiet and depressed Hidden
in summer Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses Little viola hidden in the
the agrivation That's ancient history Been there, done that Who'd ya think you're kidding? He's the earth and heaven to ya Try to keep it hidden, honey
blood Gotta face reality There can never be any more us Won't deny it's hurting me Yet so precious She said it's your child And it really messed me up How could you deny Your own flesh and blood Gotta face
You had somethin' to hide Should have hidden it, shouldn't you And now you're not satisfied With what you're being put through It's just time to pay
worst, and hope for the best, and the rest is written. Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hidden. Could
keep cool They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don
rose, looking mighty fine. Here comes ol' nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys, faces hidden
I hope all my days Will be lit by your face I hope all the years Will hold tight our promises I don't wanna be old and sleep alone An empty house is
when I was upset I wish you'd never forget The look on my face when we first met I wish you had a favorite beauty spot That you loved secretly 'Cos it was on a hidden
to feel the part This maze I stand of concrete walls My way home, my way home My way home, my way home Suspicious corpse without a face The screen light?s a hidden
but the reader's got a right to know You're gonna help the circulation grow When I get the story right I'll be queen of the publication I've got a hidden
sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to make mills, uh My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats Got a hundred hidden in the
so many thoughts in common Where did it go wrong? Ain't no use in denying With each word spoken you give yourself away Your troubles are multiplying you lying And soon you are gonna face
sense useless This ain't no recess! I want to believe in you, but my plan keeps falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bear the