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right
No one will see what is under the light
Reflections can be real
When I don't tell you how I feel

As I dissociate I evaporate
But it is okay cuz it

faded away
And I'm no longer on this earth

If it's just a dream then wake me up
'Cause the pain is real, and I'm no longer in control x2

He's crushed by

will kill you despite what i said
And Mama said (Just forget what I said)
No Magic is real, But Magic won't help you conceal

Oh, parents lie, Because

twenty one and
Others thought they might be
Just a little young

Now the years have gone past
Past them right on by
And now they don't say much just
Look

away

You've caught my imagination
But I'll try me best to be patient
Let this fantasy become real
Lose myself in how I feel

In the windy night
Lost in

fucked, It felt so real
I now want you by my side
But you are someone I cant go back too

'm talking about
20 Years go by quickly
Now it's barely a memory
The times that we had, those moments weren't bad
It feels so nice to be young and free

Now

of me will never tame, or be contained inside of Shame or wall!

Cowards
Vassel fame decorating leashes 
Slaves enslave in a mana-bread and circus

Born

I got found in the mud
Now redeemed by blood
Guess that make me clean clean
Like I'm in the suds
God still drawing men in like a strip club
All

It's been a long time since I last felt
Real and solid pain
Today I feel only its echo

It hurts to have
A great deal of sadness to remember
Knowing

the blinks
and all the other guys will talking the chings
but i refused to go down with all the crazy things
'cause all by my power I deserve all the real

Let's Do This Right

Lyfe Jennings

Lyfe 268-192

2004

enough being alone
Missing your family missing your home
Whether you're right or wrong I'll be by your side
Keeping your hope alive
I know how it feels

Lucid

God Module

Viscera

2005

you to see?
or would you stay here by my side
and be my distraction
from what they call real life?
I hold hell here in my hands tonight

There is

on a suede mansion
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by

leaning against the fence
Clouds be rolling by while I be twisting a spliff
No summer Valentines love, just smoking hella find bud
Met the homie Hobbes, now

I'm talking 'bout money
Why not though, y'all be wanting it pronto (Fast)
Pursuing like a high speed chase, in a bronco
That's blanco
To be head

illusive
Recollection addiction intrusive
Black box I'm gonna lose it
It will never be enough
Pigeon lost its way
So much left to say
But journey's not over

steady ducking and dodging the cops
When will it stop over years its gotten worse
They say time heals all I'm thinking this shit a curse
Dispersing real

Can be established for all
Regardless of station, race, or creed
Among these are
The right to a useful and remunerative job
The right to earn enough

2 Rings got piled up
Is it by chance?
Or just a result
Don't know why...
We are alike
Though we're obstinate
We show our real self easily
Maybe we're

Have we lost the spark or a guide?
What's the latest on the screen?
Can't be too late to turn around
I need all the help from you

I need to find

Maniac

Evergreen Terrace

Writer's Block

2004

the fire 
On a wire between will and what will be 
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know 
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

by fear - it's empty everywhere
Can never be set free - and lonely everyday
So reach out your hand to me

With your back against it all, you can't move

She opens her eyes
Her face is covered in blood
She appears to be surrounded by twisted trees
In this abysmal dream
Under a toxic blood red sky