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the rhyme switch, not talking Nintendo

Life's short, get up, make something new
Built my frame, ground up, I'm coming for the roof
I am a verse killer, this

Await your place in the reticle's face
It's time for a change
She's a Red book shot
I know you're not
You're next in the frame.
Stand your ground

Trampled frames
Ground into the ground

I know we ended up on the ground
Our picture frames moving around
No it's not the way we want it to be, it's not the way that we dreamed for

Oh I

down, turn around
On the ground yves Saint-Laurent frames
Give me your chain man

The bus stopped over there, near Vanderveer
A bad block and the whole

into the stratosphere Blue dot and it's all made clear
We're coming up
To tear it up up
Coming up
Tear the frame up from the ground

Shut out the things

steady stream 
Of poison of your choosing 
Because till it's all ripped away
Bare walls and picture frames
Bones ground down in the street 
Your blood run

Foreign song - The door is open

Infinite hallway - keep running around
The hallway until you see a
Picture frame on the ground and a
Hole in the wall in

you don’t have any friends
And every shard you put back in place is put back in place by
These broken hands
Somehow held in place to the frame as it’s

your fine

Load me in to my house made of tin
Where my walls can distract me from what's outside of them

Pick it up from the frame in the ground
I will

to it)
Could you lend your place or
A hotel room now?

Now, I've been so lost
Kicked while I was down
Barely had the strength to pull my
Sickly frame off

ay)
We play the blame game (Ay, ay, ay)
Tryna give shawty my last name
Paint the picture with no frame
Stand my ground but i'm departing
Just won

outskirts
It's filled with hurt
And pain
Don't wanna see it again
And all that remains is the brains
And the frame on the ground
Left with many sounds

1-2

these years to waste,
Focused in on empty space
Never reaching stability
Struggling to keep pace
I could let the ink bleed out
Then build frames in deeper

the forest
looking for flames
walking barefooted on the ground's solid frame
And just as a bolt
that comes from the blue
your unspeakable sorrow
into my basket

what defines you now
For a new frame
Closer to the high ground
See the leaf, torn off and blown away
A victim of circumstance
Take the leaf up and graft

frames lying on the ground
The Garden of what we forgive
Is solitary like a grave
Fragments of our memories unrepaired

We spend all of our time in search

And one day we will be a one
But will you wait for cold to come?
And what will your story be to sound
After your brittle frame will touch the ground?
Then,

I've already found out why you came to me
I have angels on the ground hanging frames of me
If they all died now it'd be the same to me
Put a quarter

this way
Still, I haul my weakened frame up from the ground
I look around. The gloomy light illuminates the broken town
I've lost track of all the time

in gentle breeze
I don't want but still need
I can't stop I'd still get
My still frame of emptiness

Stand your ground, stand so tall that no one know

revealed to you
Clouds in a pillow dog fight kiss your face
Smiling as the goosebumps ripple across your frame

And you touch the ground
You throw your

evermore"

Distance unfolds serenity, Luna recoiled
In declining pace, the celestial orb rotates

"In my embrace, molten temples arise
Reshape the ground in

Follow the Wolves

Demon Hunter

Storm the Gates of Hell [CD/DVD]

2007

this godforsaken place
When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face

Dismantle the ground they stand on
Give power a name
You've