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Soul Purpose (Alex Bugnon) · The Soul Purpose (7L & Esoteric) · Soul Purpose [Bonus Tracks] (7L & Esoteric) · Soul Purpose (Alex Bugnon) · Daydreams & Nightmares (Those Dancing Days) · Dreams and Nightmares [Deluxe Version] (Meek Mill) · Dreams and Nightmares (Meek Mill) · Nightmares Made Flesh (Bloodbath) · A Split of Nightmares (Aiden) · Nickels for Your Nightmares (The Headstones) – and 90 other albums »

introduced me to a wider reality 

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But he's nobody's
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are
Immunity lost, full price at your cost
Industry living by disease

Imagine, idolize and idealize
A dream a nightmare couldn't change
war Friction in Mass
Black hail and rain
Nightmares outside the brain
Unholy wrath
Friction that lights The Path
Knights of the Flame
Defenders in
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Lost my faith in justice
Time does not heal this pain
Defiled my existence
Recurring nightmare
There's no consolation
The awful memories
the villain cause of my vengeance is your karma
Yeah, fear is knowing you're a goner
This is music to my soul, cause it's death before dishonor
Smooth as cup of Caffeine
Chapters got snatched up by Napster
Jimmy Caster
Use to get wasted away like Jimmy Buffet
And I'm dam sure
It wasn't cool
a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies
day goes by
And I don't feel like I'm gonna fucking die
Wrong or right, I'm being day, your night
That's how I feel and I can't help it
But I can't
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason