Lyrics:
It's just a matter of time, a figure of speech that springs to mind throughout the day
As the minutes go by, a second thought, a moment lost, time
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
reason
Swept on by the current of selfish ambition
Frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame
The questions are screaming the answers are hiding
My fist is a gun
My fingers is individual pistols
System overload, glitches toe to
Toe, eye to eye, soul to soul
Walk amongst the lords of war,
eyes
He Was Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
and daughters
Defilings
Never to burn again
By the flames of your hate A legion of Nones Demanding the humanity You stole from them Breaking the fingers Of your
will remain a light in the distance
I'll get lost in your soul
And I will stay in it forever
I'll stay the wind in my hair
By touching your fingers
the sharks, you thought it was trout
Got the smoke from the iron, made a good crease
Days flew by,
Like bullets in the east
If you know, you know the finger
days
Another six months has past me by
I guess I should be letting go
I guess I should be able to forget you
To forget you by now
To forget you by now
BIG DADDY
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright: 2009
VERSE I
You're my lover
I don't wanna see you with another
I gotta have you all night
I
the wind when it touches your face
Babe.. wake up, stand up and breathe!
and put the finger on the trigger, turn off the lights and...
fire, fire, fire
We warmed ourselves by the fire
Her black eyes mist and smoke
I made a joke
She bristled
And smiled just to break the tension
"Old Creature, where's
Shadows sweep slowly
The sun dials the time
We stretch out the morning
Count the hours by its climb
As if from a distance
I hear the pulse
all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
Ev'ry sorrow
Oh, when your hands start a-clapping
And your fingers start a-popping
Well, your feet got to move around
And you start to swing and swaying
You’re more bent than Max’s Finger
You’re more bent than Max’s Finger
You’re more bent than Max’s Finger
You’re more bent than Max’s Finger
You’re
Up from the sticks with no sense of direction
Fear of high places and wide open spaces
Set on a path of destruction
Forged into a dull knife by
Spinning thread around your fingers
Weaving your life like spider silk
An iridescent feeling lingers
Oh, where to store that silver sharp edged
A little cut on my finger
Blood on my skin it lingers
And I don't know what to say
I see your face in the mirror
My vision could be clearer
But it's
kind
I've got the time if you've got the money
Mister you'll be pleased you'll see
We'll meet by the tube way as the screamer cries eleven
And you
a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren't as hard yo'
Partners by fathers, regardless they
shatterer
I am the reaper's blade
Writhe sadistic merciless
I am become death
Caressed by pallid fingers
I am the cruelty
That chaos doth evoke
RAVEN CLAWS RIPS THE LAMB / / Sweat Stench Attracting Flies and Vespers / Higher Skies Vultures Watch and Await / Iron Nails Among the Fingers
I prefer to go to a place full of darkness, than to go to a dead circus, with creepy monsters, creepy and bloody teeth. fingers of dead people in
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