Search results for 'Dorsal Nerve Cord'

taking power from my brain
We can't take away the cords or the freedom of time
All that we can do is just pile on the slime
And when it dribbles on down,

GUARD #1:  What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
GUARD #2:  Well, why not?
Scene 2
MORTICIAN:  Bring out your dead!
	     Bring out your dead!

me.
It releases suppressed emotions in the dorsal vagus nerve.
My dorsal vagus nerve is healed from trauma.
I am living in symbiosis with every aspect

The pressure is on when there’s nowhere to hide
Exposed myself ‘til my flesh bled raw
Nerves left numb, feeling nothing inside

Just cut the cord
There’s nothing

in the brain
Are transmitted to nerve cells in the brain stem and spinal cord
And from them, to the muscles in the body
Don't want it any other way
Oh

shirt
Posterior, dorsal, spinal cord, you got it backwards
You thought you was gone be mean to me
Then come cry for help after
Oh no
Hope you don't think

else of the sort

Creepin up like a chordate a Rudimentary spinal cord a bendy Rod supporting the dorsal
Formed by the ectodermal
And padded steps moving

Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it

for somebody, don't you smile for nobody
You gotta whole lotta
Nerve to come here
Chasing explanations while I'm trying not to lose it
Got a whole lotta

the World Cup for most goals scored
Every hole in town you been plugging your AUX cord
But your beauty queen can't have taken any trophies home
You want

feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five

Winter Warz

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

edge
One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical

progress
A set of symptoms, not a broken spine
Compression of the dorsal nerve root - I can't move
I'm feeling sick; this is way out of order 
Why don't they

Winter Warz

Raekwon

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star

the normal
Foreign encounter
Smoke on their trails
Raising goosebumps
Like a profession
Nerve endings on fire
With every touch
I'm falling for you
She says

Ahhh push
Bring it out of your cord
Up until tomorrow
Come on
Push it real good

Ahhh push
Workin on my nerves
But imma let it slide
Come on
Push it real

She get on my damn nerves I'm too toxic for her
All this pain in her heart she taste like pain pills
I know you use to running games but it ain't no

craft self identifyin, don't matter what you think it is
Before the flood and the mother hooked up to a cord, we connected till water breaks
What that

bout straight as an edge I'm a razor
I don't got time to cut you from the cord
Down to my core I got blades you a hater
My neckless the only thing saving

on the lid
And begging for a miracle
The black hole in your pocket sucks you in
The cord's been cut you're on your own
Said he hadn't seen no one
For thirty

far how many strikes 

My prince is here 

He is not phased they make him cry

They cut the cord

My lady's tired 

They cut the cord!?

We see his eyes

You hearin the waterfalls
Then you viewing the skyline 
Hear the birds chirping 
Sit on off rooftop 
I cool all my nerves out
The financial struggle

Ripped from my hands
Those best laid plans
c gut-punch to my sensibilities
Life throws curves
Frays the nerves
Undercut by the instability

Those

ain’t no healthy atmosphere
I know I get on your nerves, cause I know I’m gettin on mine
Maybe some space is what the doctor ordered
In order for us