Lyrics:
I gazed upon your dreams
Your life is so much nicer
My hand pulled every thought
And never found no nightmares
But inside of your heart
There's
round me like a choir
If he is for us, whose against us, no one
He got the power he don't gotta show 'em
I'm living day to day by his grace
Don't gotta
By standards dropping
Load another clip in your pocket no stopping
Caught in the mist no raindrops just droplets
Grant another wish for the homies who
Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near
And tell
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there
In
And songs, when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr’d
Curls yellow in the sun.
Star of love’s soft interviews,
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their
beautiful for me
If I wasn't by your side at the perfect time I'm sorry
Who knows maybe you found someone whose thoughts don't leave your mind
Show me all
Would you believe me if I were to say
That everything is nothing but a game?
We revel in predictability
That universals form a tapestry
A blanket
You are the Spirit of the Living God
Whose breathes since creation
You the only breath of my life
Come and dwell in me
You spoke by the prophets
You
feel the best
Goodbye to you stressing
Like breathing in the brackish waters
"Death by acquiescing"
It is the sweetest temptation
Dormancy as liberation
prospers in the absence of progress
Is my cynicism premature or justified by my emptiness?
But sobriety fails to sedate high functioning depression
My
said come on over baby, we got chicken in the barn.
I said come on over baby, Yeah,
I got the bull by the horns,
We ain't fakin, we gotta whole lotta
Who's house are you going to?
Who's house are you going to?
Who's house?
What time are you hanging around?
Your face is all over the place who
It's A Swamp Whose Slaves Are Born And Die
Waiting For A Future That Will Never Come
Angry At The World Of Light - They Make It Cry
By Poisoning
Walking by the busy set
Where she is dressed
The silhouette
Of innocence
And so I slow my pace
To take it all in
Then someone calls
"We're
president
No one better then cold I'm a veteran
Leavin tha game with the flu and no medicine
Been raised by the number one hustler
I've been gettin it every
experiment,
Whose ending was so violent:
A chemical malign and dread
Able to revive the dead.”
“General, with all due respect
Your reasoning is incorrect
Every story has a writer whose life has been inspired by love or a desire to get inside of the mind of the reader or at least get to the next page
Downtown concrete planes.
She seeks a special kill.
A flesh she's never had before.
A prey whose blood is rich with love.
I want to sink my teeth into
Skin
That's life
I finally feel the power in me
[chorus]
I feel the strength - time and again
It takes me there
To the world - to the place
Where the heart is
in you
They can try what they want too
They can never touch me I know that
If you are by side whose against me
I will put on my body amor
Oh lord mhh
and Charon's cold eyes rot beneath the surface. The only vessel for the waiting dead is a ship of nails.
This is as it has ever been. For what wisdom didst thou
knave,
Who licked the dust
Under his feet.
Angel:
It is the restless panting of their being,
Like beasts of prey, who, caged within their bars,
In
on the line
Dogs whine in the alleys
Smoke is on the wind
From deep inside its empty shell
A cathedral bell begins to toll
A storm begins to grow
Amidst
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