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high and the ground's so low
And I think I'm dying but I'm just being born
At the airport terminal, the planes are landing
And through the terminal

make mistakes
Hate what I see, I close my eyes
And stumble in this jungle
Can't see the chasm in front of me
The ground begins to crumble
A bit too late,

you dinner to your house
There's nobody home; dead in the parking lot alone

High off the ground
Waiting for the sky to spit me out
Terminal now

terminal velocity
But so what, we're OK
I'm falling into you, you're falling into me 
How much longer till we hit the ground 
You won't make the call
You

Means, opportunity and motive: my jealousy, jealousy

You're a falling star at terminal velocity towards the ground
You're a falling star I made sure that

A healthy body and a terminal cancer
A summer breeze and a natural disaster
You’re on a mission to bury me deep in the ground
You’re legally Lethal

the ground
Check the stamina
Checking out for the terminal
If you no like me better
Check your flight or your feelings


Since from early man
I been that guy

but you been baggage all along
I gotta get on my flight, I heard it through intercom

Terminal 6, where am I going
Passport getting stamped where do I

a secret,
Just kiss the ground.

I'm not over this
Staying alive in the hoax is my dying wish.

Just tell me, are we just killing time?
I'm dying for your

falling at terminal speed

The ground approaches, impact’s near
I find it funny I’ve got no fear
But this moment’s long overdue
Take me home, I beg you

Elimination

Overkill

The Years of Decay

Terminal, what disease
Told me too late
What's this cough and wheeze
Fatal, you're shittin' me
A second opinion
Is what I need
Laughin' in

demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid

demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid

that?
	BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.

I can't wait, can’t wait
I can't wait, can't wait

Airport Terminal security
Duty Free this is my regular course
This is my routine seat Back
Up

worthwhile
Ramp Agents unseen heroes on the ground,
ensure planes take flight,
Airport life, a dance of precision,
in the traveler's journey,
a guiding light

and 
Flooded fair grounds
Packed with drowning trees

Forget the master plan 
He tried, he tried 

Foundation in the sand 
His life his life 

His brain was

Well terminal uniqueness
Only a permanent  bore
Like a whore with no takers
Scratching pathetically at the door

Well who you gonna blame
When blame

from off of the ground
Gasoline in the vase
Don't really care about it
You just want the flames
There's so many flowers it smells like a funeral
A rose

was our whole budget, more than enough we managed to function

Others tripped and fell flat on their face not us, we hit the ground running
It's more

personal)
My team and only me nigga when I get surgical
(When I get surgical)
Massacre on the beat, to leave it terminal
(Leave it terminal)
Its been a long

round,
Heart’s rout,
Let them in, I want them out,
All them words are crap doesn’t weigh a pound,
Put them on the ground now my arms unbound.

They sound

Clumsy Heart

The Matches

Decomposer

2006

She only she, me merely me
Lonely
Lonely only...in our diaries

We were in two halves,
We didn't quite match
She ground down my corners,
Kissed me for

fight has only begun
Stand with me, or stand alone
When your doubt becomes your home

Too far above the ground
Won't let you bring me down
I won't be