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family
Crushed beneath the gravity, strangers in a strange land
I don't need no cavity searches or arraignments
Adopted by a culture that been pimped for

What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,

that's passing by
See it when I look into her eyes
Kills me a little bit but I can't show
shit I gotta keep it on the low

Open book until xp showed
That

they mean
The only light I see is a blinking on a screen
Surrounded by motherfuckers who won't say what they mean
And it fuels my screams
Fuels my

where to call home
Just keep going on
Going on
Going on
And if your flame it starts to die
Don't forget to fuel the fire with some certainty
It's all you

Or the strength I need to keep pushing
But maybe by next year
Fear won't fuel fear
And pain will kill pain
But if it does, you won't know
After tomorrow
I will wait

again
Or side by side in a casket
If love is dead
Then this is the end
I never want to feel it again
Am I alone here
I need to be broken
Without

shit to do
I made some sacrifices fuck it man that shit was cool
Fuck the authority can never follow by rules
I'm in this shit forever nigga I got plenty

My caddy feelin like a plane
Life got blurry as my whip sped by
Lookin out my window to take it all in
With a pretty good view being on cloud 9
This

Theres a haze that clouds my judgement
Hearing voices every which way this and that every day
Every days flying by at the speed of light 
knowin

to the fuel
Gas me up
Gas me up
Gas me up
Zoom
Super man fly, why question where I'm to?
Off the wall
Off the wall
Vans never loose
Velcroing my shit till I get

Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant,

prouder that the outlaws are the laws
Band full of misfits fueled by extensions
Honorable mentions death toll at Guinness
Pour up a Guinness for life that

the treacherous length
In every instance when i consume
It's fuel for collective, respected rage
Since i'm well trained, self-taught
Battle-tested, overwrought,

All the clothes like the whore
Like the whore they wanted
Go ahead and exploit my body
Fuel the thoughts of the men that are naughty
And please don't

love & good music



Peace, love & good music


Lyrics by Hamlet Jensen
MARTIN - Gesang: 

IN MEMORY OF ABIE NATHAN 

IN MEMORY OF THE  VOICE OF PEACE

seat
Just for you and me
So lets go down till our fuel bleeps
Run over some kids off the streets

Oh, woah, oh
We can sit by the beach sipping on Piña

the memory that fuels the pain within
I wish your name away
Another day goes by and I cry

Damn you the pain and suffering 
Damn you if this means nothing

and their deviant rule
Orchestrated by brothers rife with unprecedented disgust
Of this bastardised oppression

The lonely desert sun illuminates plains

presented to me

 

Will we even conquer the ego

Can we ever control our minds

Or are we just ghosts in machines

imprisoned by time  

well the absolute

sad, tall and useless)
The old grim factory stands

They just never thought for themselves
It still remains, still remains, fuel remains
(Do I have time)

LIFE ON THE ROAD IS ALL I KNOW
ANOTHER MILE DOWN HERE I GO
ANOTHER SMALL TOWN SAME OL SHOW
AND THE FUEL GAUGE IS COVERED BY YOUR PICTURE
RUNNIN LOW

to use it as fuel

Now it's not as smooth for me

Coming up slowly

Don't no body owe me nothing

Tryina camo out the feels

Begging to be healed by you

swore.
"There's colors there in your exhaust I've never seen before".
"Just gum'ment forms", said Murphy, "and rulebooks by the score".
"To help me trim