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I have yet to speak

I’d swear on your grave, you’d never treat me this way
If you opened up the cover past the second page

You only know what I let

It's coming any second now
All these memories I've been trying to hide
They're filling up my head again
And I should be asleep by now
Instead I'm

Alone in my head
Yet again
I'm a freak
I bet you never met a mother fucker like me
Alone in my bed
Got no friends
Im a creep
I could see you lyin

calling me again,
I asked a question to a stormy night,
It'll be ok by the morning, right?
Sunbeams streamed from east to west,
Put me at ease, and my fears

Saranagati

Shelter

Quest for Certainty

They kill, was handed to them by YOUR free will.
Second hand gods, that's all we are. Not
Creating... manipulating, and leaving the scars.
Robbing form

it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you

dreams
Well time still wilts like a corsage
Given by stars who live in screens
Well blame it on me

Honestly, I've been deceived once again
5 stars, 2

light, the arisen king of kings
I am He who marks the stone

Babylon's whore sits high on seven mountains
Drinking the blood of the martyred saints
Singing

[ad libs for first 21 seconds]

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm

a security threat
I'm only mad because your mother hasn't heard of me yet

We're playing chess by the doorway
Cousins out from Norway
And it's riveting to some

to paradise
Tick tock, the tick beats the clock
I'm ticking again
But for so short a time
Though every single second counted
And so did the signs
Both

Shavon Dean several days later that boy died himself and what Chicago police say was Yet another gang related killing
Quincy Get up, It's after seven

Now the world's gone quiet...

As you knew before and you'll know it again
We are all together to the bitter end
Yet divided we stand to belittle it all

to claim a sense of belonging
For a second, for a minute, for an hour I escape the nothingness
Yet it grants me all the reasons to all my daily questions
For

the loan, the brain
I am insane
Sold him the dope that he put in his vein
When he come down I'll be right back again
I do not lose a second of my sleep
Do

remember
It hurts me and I know it hurts you
But for some reason I go right back to it and the
Tears are real and the
Shame is real
Yet sometimes I'm so lost

A seven second delay for your three second attention span
It's not what it means, it's how you're meant to understand
Sold out for nothing because

Spiraling down out of control - a sight to behold
Then a light streaking past my eyes
Mere seconds seem like a lifetime
Is this my lifeline?

you)
Yet you still bleed on me
Seventy-seven times seven I forgive you
Turn the other cheek just to show you
Why do you bleed on me?
(I never cut you)

how much you used to make me cry
I'll never be the girl I used to be,
You know that shit, it fucked with me
So don't ask me again for a second try
Been

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

Weird Al Yankovic

Squeeze Box: Complete Works of Weird Al Yankovic

2017

did you want again?"

I say ketchup!
And he says "oh yeah, that's right
I just spaced out there for a second
I'm really kind of burnt tonight"

And then

name, he told me call him DJ just for now and in a while we’ll meet again, but until then remember well
A life I’d yet to live of futile fights in

Live from the Plantation

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
It's temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
Hoping for the day to fly

Billy was a car crash - all
He ever knew was pain
Lived a milli-milli-milli-second never
Born again though no one saw him coming
Plenty witnessed his