worship me, I'm not your God Don't pray for me, Don't Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame Now I feel like a
Give Give me Give me some Give me some more You gave me a friend You saved me again Take Take me Take me some Take me some more You gave me a friend
Sex, drugs, something's happening Needles and hugs, stick me, hold me Now you're on your way to a place In outer space, where the stars are bright And
Welcome to the American dream Your nightmare realized Things ain't always quite what they seem Your worst fears come to life My eyes are bleeding again
Jesus can you hear me I know it's been a while But mama says she's getting tired Of waiting for you to come back into style And me I don't mind waiting
'm letting go, no more sadness I'm letting go, no more blame I'm letting go, no more head trips I'm letting go, no more pain Growing from a single seed
I am the voice of the next generation And I will live up to your worst expectation Protect me, infect me, dissect me, inject me Elect and suspect me again
I can see now that you're darker Than the rolling hills at night You're standing right before me Yet somehow still you're out of sight And I can't forget
can see it in your eyes, false hopes fed by lies You're not alone my friend, you'll see it in the end And I'll be waiting for you I took a ride today
, unnatural act It's the most unnatural act, unnatural act Deader than a doorknob, lying in the ground But your body warms me and you, you can't make a
, Stalin's fall Take down, we took down the God damn wall Fear becomes the institution Hate becomes your contribution Can't believe a word they say Gotta, gotta find, gotta be a
niggas know I ain't even got the leverage Pullin' out guns huh, never even usin' 'em Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin' 'em This goes out for my ghettoes in America
America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America
ain't even got the leverage Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em This goes out for my ghettoes in America
style when I choose it" [(E)PMD - Crossover] "I speak for the hardcore (the hardcore)" [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] We hittin' your set in a posse A legendary
