Lyrics:
white shoes that won't wash out.
So usual.
Not the last pair this year
Down the hallway -- cries rise and fall,
In between the nearly constant sirens.
Drowning the soul, drowning cries
Ties that blind, lineage that's last so long
Must be overcome before
Time is revoked, curtains fall
have to flee disastrously I was planning B a fall back
But a far cry like a park ride from the side where it's dark by
Can't reach out for some help when
I found myself a home
Something to believe in
We live and we learn, we lean into the turn
You fall to other means
And find a new purpose
Forgive
Subujugation of a last chance
Terminal relapse
Strategy fall and collapse
I know that suffering is pure
Living this lie I try to deter
But destruction brings
prison shiv
Got it by any means I felt
That my options was limited i popped it off
'cause you won't prosper being a timid kid
Not having my pops around had
of concrete meet with mine
Way to kick me when I'm on the ground
Way to kick me when I'm already down
When you thought that I would turn around
I turned
ourselves?)
With just one moment (One moment)
It could change our, our whole lives
We'll give up everything we have
For this last chance
(Get on your feet,
When I talk about success I always speak about the pain
When I'm walkin' by myself I always think about the change
That a nigga had to make to even
happy
I just hope that you happy
But he can't fuck you like I do
Can't fuck you like I do
Lick you up, now turn your ass around
And I hit it from the back
really don’t know what the future may bring
But for now I know it ain’t gonna stop
It’s Sunday’s last chance for the Monday we slave
So we rave, and rave
autumn, and he was out hunting
And that gave her the chance to do the same
It was already the tenth of March before they got around
To griping about
Soft do my tears drip upon these fallen leaves
Where they turn to ice in the changing autumn wind
Never did I think the color might fade away
When I
here
I turn around, into the black your shadow disappears
Blood freezes in my veins with your frigid touch
My vital signs are vanished by your gravity
Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
Oh, they'd taken
tell that this time it's for real
This time there'll be no mistake
This time if the world falls in around us
We'll be strong enough to put it all back
give me everything you got
Ill take that little bit and turn it to a lot
I don't care what they say or even what they thought
I can make a way even when
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot
Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion
Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion
at around half past eight
When I came home, I go straight to my desk
Turn the Mac on, play piano and you know the rest
I felt like every day I was put
you to eternity
May your name fall into
oblivion!")
And by the raise of a hand he was silenced
Never again, never again
He was left there
Fever followed by hemorrhages and then the organs corrode quickly.
I felt sickly on arrival to quarantine,
And then thought about the dream,
Or rather
rain bro
Fuck around and get your heart
Ripped out like Kano
This love's like a Shakespearean delirium
A failed fairytale theory
Written by barbarians
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