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I'm the bringer death to smite the lies
I walk in the night lord of the flies
Punish the faithful pluck out the eyes
Beyond the gallows you
honey
Honey, I drink it all
You say I'll tire of honey
Honey I
I won't tire at all
Leave me on this silver cross
Painted by the morning frost
Pluck that
fuck with me (nah)
It seem like niggas allergic to Gucci they can't even touch a G (touch a G)
I tell 'em hold my size and it get pluck for free
Spend
Eyeliner 'pon ya face a mek man mud up
Nose powder 'pon ya face a mek man mud up
Pluck ya eyebrow 'pon ya face a mek man mud up
Gal ya lipstick 'pon ya
trumpet trees and watch them burn
Heave and cry out!
Call the priestess to the sound
Pluck the tyrant from the brim and watch him drown
Two seasons
to earn the first letter
A+ effort, I know I deserve better
My nerves messed up, I burn better, the herbs get us
High enough to pluck bird feathers,
trumpet trees and watch them burn
Heave and cry out!
Call the priestess to the sound
Pluck the tyrant from the brim and watch him drown
Two seasons
to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from his hand
'Til he returns or calls me home
Christ
breath it can't breathe out
Keep on till the long waves pile on
Catch the crest of the next one
Pluck a "Yes" from the cold thin air
The mathematics
ya face a mek man mud up
Nose powder 'pon ya face a mek man mud up
Pluck ya eyebrow 'pon ya face a mek man mud up
Gal ya lipstick 'pon ya face a mek
and hittin' this
Grew up on the tar
Pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars
Frank Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I dont like
ain't ashamed
Watch us fall from Mars
Cos it's the fallen parts and all the dust settles
And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals
We let
are hungry for my soul to take
As I pluck away these strings, hypnotic every day
High up and then forbid 'em, there to take you
Need sedation, paper
the streets
With arrowheads poked through her spine
Pluck the feathers, grab the wine
Tonight the poor people dine
You've already won your royal swan
you lies
Some men pluck roses some take to the sky
But I see many feathers just a stones throw
You can't catch a comet she's moving too slow
Evening's House
Plucks the rain-washed jewel You!
The City drinks the Roses breath blood for her caress
Rapid-Fire, Captive, Crier desperate to transgress
so did I
So did I
So did I
Gardening my heart
Planting seeds just to watch it fall apart
Maybe we were all weeds
Pluck it out plant more seeds
I rip at my skin with nails I gnawed short.
Claw and tear until I pluck my nerves. Unwind the fibers that hold me together.
Slashing the sutures
twined in memory's mystic band
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath pluck'd in a far-off land
Echoes fade and memories die
Held in time, the relics of our lives
the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees
received a second chance
I pluck my courage: "Am I reborn?"
This time I feel the rain
Still pictures in that game
On my own
I open the door
Night's
Sit on your porch
And pluck your strings
And you'll find somebody you can blame
And you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
And you'll
to go.................................!!
Fire it up, fire it up. grab my guitar pluck a strang. chewin on a chicken wang.
Baby suck my dangalang. feelin fine drank some wine. budmans here
deep in human flesh
To pluck it out, you have to reach deep
Will we try?
The souls that still walk the deserted earth
Wonder if life will shine
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