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waiting for your smile.
What is an endless dream.
Even the little birds
sings the killer's song tonight.
Passing time is so mean to me.
How come ever

Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walkin' down the dead road, ayy

I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate

got me
Who got through
The killer in me is the killer in you

My whole life
I stood by these lies
Being this monster
It is pretty tough
For a moment
I

Done with what is said
Rotting in my head
If you ever feel useless
Remember your dreams of the dead
Bones stuck in the mines
Ordered neat in a line
I

you wanna fuck with this then come get it
We'll show up with an army of killers that done did it
Got a gun with it the plan is to have some fun with it

Laying in the bed last night, I had a dream that touched me deep down inside
I dreamt about you, Momma, I pray you rest in the riches
I feel like I

shit, speak language i understand
i am the monalisa, i can do things that i can
i am the lion, ain't nobody can really do tame
killer killer need

entirely 
Damn, this shit more like a diary
Can’t really think if i got no privacy

I get high to get by
I just wish sometimes i felt more alive
Oh my, oh my

lurking
I chose my cross

Maybe I kept it in I'll still have all my dreams
Maybe if let it slide you'll still be on my team
Maybe I just free my mind

shaken
Why stop chasing my dream to spit these raw statements
See this pen is like my only friend
Grab a pad, unload the stress
Until I feel the fleeting

I had a lot to give, but they took it all away
Self esteem plummet, but I put them in their place
Got a diary of dreams that I keep up in my safe
Keep

Solitary Sundays
Down where we were cutting trees
To see if the birch
Had something more to say to me
I was hoping one day
By the river in the creek

Trying to let it go trying to let it go
It all started with a dream
Nigga really went from rags to them riches
Now a nigga pulling out the benz

Closed Casket Requiem

The Black Dahlia Murder

Unhallowed

2003

Dear diary, tonight will be our last
My hands are itching for razors
My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
Consumed by sickness, I ache

to
Be raised in New York the world's capital
My attitude was take 'em to war
Other places would've raised me
In a useless format
In Texas they dream about

bicycles and fables
But I can't even complain, I know that my life is full of angels
But by a certain age we've seen all types of shit that's painful
I used

used for you diary?
But when you know the answers and keep it real!
I’ve got that skill
In illustrations and innovations
I’ve got a bit experience in

Wake up
Wake the fuck up
I fell in love with the sirens
I just couldn't take the silence
Said I try, I'm a liar
Tie myself to the pyre
I have dreams

of melancholy, on the canvas of my mind,
Fading dreams, like petals in the wind they unwind.
Silent screams in the night, swallowed by the void,
In this desolate

Tell me what's your dreams, what you got to prove
Ain't got nothing to lose
Childhood ways they never go away, really they just fade
You lose a little

and the killer's still free
Shit is hard to believe

They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views
In this American dream
Don't

Xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad
Ylthgin, this women need to be living by it
Stay fit n' way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain

killers dressed in all black
Jumpin' out a splak, hop out with a MAC
What happens when I die in my dreams?

Back in the days, holding Glocks & AK's
You

I was not never alone
I was not never alone
I was not never alone
I was not never alone

Velma, Velma, you're a stone-hearted killer yea
I got lots