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On Sunday

'Til Tuesday

Welcome Home

1986

But its awfully fun to have it broken
Or at least to leave a bruise
It becomes an art
Though the rules of which are rarely spoken
By the lucky ones

The Black Goddess Rises II

Cradle of Filth

Bitter Suites to Succubi

2001

Thee I invoke, born less one
All woman, pure predator
Where in conspiracy and impulse dwell
Like a seething fall from grace

Thee I worship

Thou art

and Death

Art thou among
The souls I fear so grave?
Splendid shudder seems to know
thy love upon decay

By those I love are gone
By those death has caught

have enough important information
The value of our art in this entertainment
Is seen by the government and celebrated
By broadcasters without segregation

tearing me apart
And baby when I'm looking at you all I see is art
A star on the boulevard, left a couple broken hearts
Late night wide awake prolly

me come show you who you are 
Yeah

One step closer you'll be by my side
I needa know right now 
Baby don't be shy 
I needa know right now 
If you'll

Set alight by falling stars
Who don't know lucky they are
What happens when the fortune and the fame
Leads to the losing of a mental mind game

by her, side

Everybody saw a power team, that's how it seems
Happy flower things, when they ask "how are things"
She was cowering, way beneath

the past
Haunted by ghosts but how can we know
The worth of the treasures that we hold
Until they are gone then in our loss we make an art of letting go
Yes

Socrates, "get out of here!
You've no love for the views that are expounded here"
Dismembered by the titans but the boy rose
Magic of the raging one like

She's goin far from home with tales of astronauts and throwing stars 
Broken bars around her heart and now she's prone to start shit 
Focused all of her

dreaming
My 18th was no longer full of time keeping
But by the end of the night I was already steaming
But since that point so much has been taken place
I

the  broken me

The grace in her gallery curves
Would cure a blind eye
How her presence, incredibly made my spine tingle
How her sight would miraculously
Bring

I am floating down
Turn frown upside down

Broken scars told me to follow my heart
But that bitch
Wanted to start can't play smart with cards
Guard

Sippin' my Powerade it's two twelve in the afternoon
Hah
Hearts have a way of being fooled to be broken
And I could not help but feel a radical ideal

you're the one I hold on to 

Dreamin' of how our broken hearts
Were healed by coffee, jazz and arts
In the blink of an eye, oh we got through
Our love

Freer thou I'm enslaved by rap know I got the spade
Tomorrow why hard to ignore the cries when it's all a game
Press but death are the same how it went

heart speaks
I aint better you aint better we are equal
When the time is right you know we make a sequel
I see you hurt you see my hurt
I'm here to cover

I don't care if the lame talk
Standin' by my art
Like a model and the easel
Every other weekend
I tip a bottle with my people
2020 hit me hard
But

of day will melt a cold stare
About time to crawl out of this dark crevice
Restless heart, set on this precious art epic

When the sun came out
I stared

Ayeo I been at the bottom, barley had shit
Broken bottles, burn holes from cigarettes
Nothing but grease, grime and grit
But I took advantage made

and talk
Told you can pick the pin up and start doing art
Said your momma Needed help you need to do your part
Conversations end in tears wish that we could

itself, promises are placed to help
To the times where you feel low, and feel like you be alone
But the other side is darker you be bruised by the past

don't wanna speak to you
You took my angry broken heart
And turned it into your shitty art

But this ain't Fleetwood Mac
I get to combat
I'm breaking