Search results for 'World Journal of Transplantation'

Apocalypse, it's the end of the world
Good vs. Evil, hands looking dirt
Blood on the left, bones on the right
Revenants - from the other side
One

Dunsmuir, Kohn, Woodcock. Statistical correction of a deterministic numerical weather prediction model. Journal of American Statis¬tical Association. 2001.

know some niggas would would let The ship sink
Just cause they can't be the captain
Fucked up world
Take notes in your journal
Read notes in your journal

Turn up on the roof
Word up, we got the juice
On journals we on the news
Heads up we're the livin' proof
Turn up on the roof
Word up, we got

This shit just be like journals
Journal entries, journal entry

Dedicated to the niggas that switched
Dedicated to the women I miss
Dedicated

Permutation level hot
Low too hard hit fuckin knock
Transplantation Microdots
Hydro clones my fuckin plot
Re-up off the plane Graphene new chain
These boys are

and we're lovers)
(Wohoo)

Was an inscurance agent
Just never was funny
Had a hair transplantation
Then lost all his money
(Wohoo wohoo)
Now he's a 12 on a 10

a cage
Butterflies can fly and the world is your stage
Journal of my life watch me scratch another page
Laughing at the fact that actually half of it's

World!" That's what my Mom told me
When we were crossing the border she packed a
Little backpack with my Winnie the Pooh
Journal and my doll, and we crossed

genetic mold
Optimized for future role
World manager controllers
Reside beyond the drones
Immutably, undying
By hi-tech providence
Eternal life by mind

journal
Don't think I'll be missed but maybe that's all just internal
Another missing chapter of the world's longest journal
Don't think I'll be missed but

head

shes my astral plane girl
i see her when i sleep
when i wake up i describe her in a journal that i keep
quit caffeine just to see her again
don’t

world afloat.
We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes.
While you sleep, we discuss. Discuss our future... your future.
Our journals

Fossil Genera -- A Feed from Cloud Mountain

Between the Buried and Me

The Great Misdirect

2009

don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all
We call ourselves the "night owls"
We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world

Fossil Genera - A Feed from Cloud Mountain

Between the Buried and Me

The Great Misdirect [Deluxe]

2009

don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all
We call ourselves the "night owls"
We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world

If only
I could kiss away all your worries
Your eyes fillin' up
Vision’s blurry
Writing in your journal
You're hurting
Hurting cause of all

So roll up a Dutch 
We come alive in the night time
When the world is sleep we rise to feast 
When the moon is lit this is my time
Cuz the sunshine can

And the journal too!
Mister Hearst and Pulitzer have we got news for you!
Now the world will hear
What we've got to say!
We've been hawkin headlines but we're makin

If I Die

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

the lords send great inferno
Till this day I write my journal
Journal, urban journal
(lord)

[chorus]

[killah priest]
Dear heavenly father

The World Will Know

Alan Menken

Newsies

1992

And the World will know
And the Journal too

Mr. Hearst and Pulitzer, have we got news for you

See, the world don't know
But they're gonna pay

'Stead

she's got this journal filled
with all her black ink guilt
and love is the only thing keeping her alive
she's got her mind made up
that all she needs

We gon start a winning circle
Made it through the hurdles
I spend everyday writing something in my journal
I been popping like a kernel
My scars are

got me living in this world disconnected from myself
I'm in a realm and I don't know which way to go
I don't know which way to turn
It's okay to make

my way outta this maze 
Trynna find the heart that I locked away 
I have some things that I really need t'say
Y'all gonna be my journal for the day