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Deathwish (Christian Death) · A Tribute to My Chemical Romance [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Statement (Nonpoint) · Strawberry Statement (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Strawberry Statement (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live Statement (Flux of Pink Indians) · Statement [Clean] (Nonpoint) · Statement (Nonpoint) · Statement (Delroy Wilson) · Statement (Nonpoint) – and 90 other albums »


of my fantasy

Romance, I know it sounds old-fashioned
But the fashion is a passion with me
By chance of falling in love
I love the feeling
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
chemicals. 
Foggin?up my senses 
You're making me sensless 
You're calling it sexual. 

And you're going to get yours, my lady. 
Might even be today.
and funny
The way people can play with your money

Now I tried to romance you
And I tried real hard
Everything was going good
Until they took my credit card
We're not lovers you and I
I can't think of reasons why
I should want you like that
I'm stranded by my passion
The whole idea fits us
Like
the fashion statements
Just by dressing up your mind

Stay free, stay the same
Play it straight
And own your name
Plain Jane

You're a hero and you
the first wave
But second wave forms believers
And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say...
(You got the body now you want my soul)
Nah,
the first wave
But second wave forms believers
And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say...
(You got the body now you want my soul)
Nah,
the first wave
But second wave forms believers
And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say...
(You got the body now you want my soul)
Nah,
Now when you say you wanna slow down
Does it mean you wanna slow dance?
Maybe you just want a little extra time to focus
On our romance

What do you
irritates 
So high but no chance

My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face
Why
the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
the first wave
But second wave forms believers
And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say...
(You got the body now you want my soul)
Nah,
going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance

Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show
Colleagues
from its neck to the rafters
Not the most subtle way to explain
I'm a threat to the brain like a wool in the glass hit

I get so high, I close my
gets fed
Puttin kings in check, only true be fortold
I'm wrecking his fashion
By makin a statement with this tongue lashin
In ways you can't figure, is I
all about the
Uh uh uh uh uh.
Yeah nothin' but the
Uh uh uh uh uh.

I'll make it real easy.
No need to flash money.
Don't need to romance me.
and rebellion as an excuse in a timely fashion
The cancerous foods, the chemical warfare
Economic suffering is not working fast enough
There are many steps
"What's up," "How you"
Now it's "Homie," "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?"
It really blows my mind how we changed our direction
As the years go
the video games
Brothers used to speak "What's up," "How you"
Now it's "Homie", "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?"

It really blows my mind how we
to basics
Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest trend
It’s a statement, but when you put this fashion aside
This rap music is a passion
Smoking on that mistletoe
Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's
She look like a centerfold
Mouth all on my genitals
Suckin' on it like
by side, hand in hand
You as my girl and kane as your man
Bust it, ever since the first time that I seen her
I wanted her to step inside my arena